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Alex

“I still can’t believe you fucked her in the office.”

Alex tightened his hands on the steering wheel and held his tongue. His head had been pounding all day, and he was positive Sophie’s nagging was the culprit.

“Did you not think about me or how it would make me feel?”

Huh. Well gee, that question was a toughie. Did he think about his side piece while screwing his wife?

No. No, of course he didn’t. Why would he?

It took Sophie forty-nine seconds after the London Group had left that morning to corner Alex and beg to see him in his office.

He’d been counting because he knew it was coming.

The entire meeting, she stared daggers at him, huffing and puffing despite the importance of their conference. Something had spooked the London Group, and he couldn’t figure out what. His entire staff should have been worried. They were his biggest client and losing them would mean cutbacks.

But no. Sophie was more concerned about where he was putting his dick.

“Alex? Are you even listening?”

Holding back a sigh, Alex glanced in Sophie’s direction.

She was a beautiful girl; it had to be said.

Long blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft curls and framed a sun-kissed face so lovely it was almost sinful.

Her skin was flawless, not one sign of ageing dulling the youthful glow. Her eyes were enticing, framed by long lashes.

She put a lot of work into that face. He knew because he’d paid for some of it. Botox (that she didn’t need), lip fillers (that she did need), and fake lashes were all part of her regular beauty regime.

Sophie cared a little too much about her appearance. It was why she only drank the stupidly expensive bottled water and counted every calorie that passed her lips.

It was working for her.

She was a slender thing, with not an ounce of fat on her. Her body was tight with everything exactly where it should be. A stunning specimen of a woman who could have any man she wanted.

Unfortunately, she was also batshit crazy.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he said finally. “I just don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to explain why you’d do that to me?”

“Sophie…” He paused, planning his words carefully. “You do remember that Erica is my wife?”

“I don’t see why that’s important,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not the only one married here.”

“You’re telling me you don’t sleep with Marcus?” The thought made his groin tighten, though he wasn’t going to let her know that.

“I haven’t slept with him since that first time…” she bit her lip and Alex forced himself to focus on the road.

Damn her.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, that really fucking turned him on. “Well, I didn’t ask you to do that, Sophie. Honestly, I’m surprised he’s not suspicious.”

“He is!” She said. “He’s been in a mood for an entire week and when I practically threw myself at him—”

“Woah, hold up,” Alex said, glancing over at her. “I thought you said you haven’t slept with him.”

“I haven’t. He rejected me.”

Then the man was an idiot. Alex couldn’t stand Sophie beyond what was underneath her clothes. He kept her around purely because she was one hell of a lay.

Why the hell would her husband, who supposedly loved her, reject her?

Idiot .

“So, you wanted to fuck him?” He asked, just to fill the silence .

“No. I mean, yes.” She sighed, pushing her hair away from her face. “I mean no. I was just trying to throw him off the scent.”

“You think he knows about us?” Alex asked, more interested in what she had to say than he had ever been.

“No. There’s no way he could know. I’ve been so careful, and he’s so wrapped up in his stupid ghost stories to care.”

“And you’re absolutely sure?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone confident. “He’s not the type to sit on something like that. He’d confront me immediately.”

“Good. That’s good.”

Alex relaxed, focusing on the road again. If Erica found out about them, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Losing her might kill him and he was a fool for risking it all for some pussy.

“Do you think I should fuck him, then?” Sophie asked.

Absolutely fucking not.

“What you do with your husband is none of my business.”

“No?” Her voice had softened, her tone meant to seduce. “You wouldn’t mind him running his hands all over my body? Grabbing my tits… playing with my pussy?”

Alex shifted in his seat, forcing himself not to react.

“You want him to slide his hard cock deep inside me, make me moan for him as I get wetter and wetter? You’d be okay with me screaming his name, and—”

“Enough, Sophie.” Alex hardened his tone, stopping her in her tracks.

He wasn’t a jealous man, but he was a possessive one.

It didn’t matter to him that Sophie was married. In fact, the happier she was in her marriage, the better it was for him. All he wanted from her was nasty, uncomplicated sex. But he couldn’t help but get off on the idea that he was taking another man’s wife and leaving him with blue balls.

It was selfish; he knew. But he was a selfish man.

The problem was, it seemed Sophie wasn’t down for the casual relationship he craved from her. With her bitching and whining, it was becoming increasingly clear that this was something more than sex in her mind.

Unacceptable.

And quite frankly, ridiculous .

Despite his affair, Alex loved his wife. Erica was everything he wanted in a woman and more. She was the kind of woman to bring home to the parents.

Taller than most men, with long, smooth legs, she made heads turn wherever she went. She made him drool, possessing curves that ought to belong to a goddess. Sophie could only dream of having tits like Erica’s, and her backside was out of this world.

Her skin was clear, creamy and warm, with a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Like a painting brought to life, she was the epitome of elegance and grace, carrying herself with a confidence that was undeniably sexy.

With her chestnut brown hair, she was the opposite of Sophie in every way. Superior in every way.

She was more than Alex had ever hoped for and everything he dreamed of. He’d never understand why Sophie thought she had a chance. That she thought she could compete with Erica was laughable.

And yet he continued to fuck her.

That was the problem. Despite the healthy sex life he shared with his wife, something about Sophie appealed to him.

Perhaps it was just the thrill of the affair and the knowledge that someone wanted him enough to risk everything to be with him, despite the risk. He had no intention of cutting her off.

But she needed to realise that the minute his marriage was at risk, he would drop her faster than she could blink.

“See, you don’t like the thought, do you?” He forced himself to focus on her once more. What was she talking about now? Oh, the husband. Of course.

“Sophie, what is it you want me to say?”

“Admit you’re jealous!” He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel. Why couldn’t she let this go?

“I don’t want him fucking you,” he said, hoping that would be enough. Judging from the expectant look on her face, it was not.

“Why not?” She demanded.

It wasn’t about jealousy; he just didn’t want to share .

Alex Carr was not a man who enjoyed sloppy seconds. But Sophie was clearly reading more into this than he would like.

This was getting complicated.

“I don’t like sharing, Sophie. It’s as simple—”

“But you expect me to share you!” She screeched, cutting him off. He resisted the urge to cover his ears.

“Don’t you see how unfair that is?” She continued. “And in your office! Where I am just on the other side of the door. Don’t you understand why that drives me insane?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t fuck Marcus, only that I didn’t like it. You don’t have to like me fucking Erica. It doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

“But that’s not fair!” Sophie’s shriek reminded Alex just how immature she could be. “I don’t want to fuck Marcus. I only want you. ”

Well. He couldn’t blame her. “Be that as it may—”

“No! No, you have to make a choice, Alex.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her lips pressed into a hard line. She thought she had him. “You can’t have both of us.”

Alex pulled off the road and killed the engine, turning in his seat to face her. She shrank away from him and the anger radiating from him.

No one told him what to do.

No one.

“Then I choose Erica,” he said firmly. As if there were any other answer. “Who do you think you are, little girl? You don’t give me ultimatums.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Her words were barely louder than a whisper. “I just can’t stand the thought of you touching her. I want you to only want me.”

“And you think giving me an ultimatum is going to do that?”

He was treading dangerous territory here. She had given him an out. He could end things here and now and be done with this entire affair. Erica would never know, and if needed, he could replace Sophie.

It could be so easy .

But he sensed a win as Sophie chewed her lip. Her eyes met his, wide and innocent. She wanted so desperately to please him, and he knew it.

“Alex, please talk to me.”

“Too late,” he said, testing the waters. “You told me to choose, and I did.”

“I didn’t mean it!” She reached for his hand, holding it against her cheek. “Alex, I didn’t, okay? I just… I lost myself for a moment.”

He pulled his hand from her grasp, leaning back in his seat. “I think I should take you home, Sophie.”

“No!” Before he could stop her, Sophie unbuckled her belt, moving over the console and into his lap. She kissed across his face and along his jaw, brushing her lips over his. “I’m sorry, okay? Please, Alex. Please believe me.”

He shouldn’t have enjoyed this, but he did.

Here was this beautiful woman, begging him for a chance, begging him not to leave her. How could someone not enjoy being wanted so much?

He stayed silent, letting her move against him, enjoying the feel of her body as she writhed in his lap.

As he moved his arms around her waist, it occurred to him he was reserving his place in hell. He’d always thought of himself as a good guy.

This confirmed he was not.

“How do I know we won’t be back in this same situation next week, Sophie? Or three months from now? A year?”

A year? He was giving her hope this thing had longevity.

“We won’t. I promise we won’t.” She kissed his lips despite his resistance. “Just… Can you promise me something?”

“Depends what you want.” He’d probably give it to her if she continued moving like that against his crotch.

“If you’re gonna fuck her in the office again,” she said, nibbling her way across his jaw to his ear. “Could you make sure I’m not there? I really don’t want to have to hear it.”

Alex chuckled darkly, grabbing her butt and giving it a squeeze as his cock stirred under her.

“Seems like a fair deal,” he admitted. “I’ll try to be more courteous. ”

She ran her tongue around the edge of his earlobe, making his groin tighten in anticipation of feeling that same tongue on his hard cock.

“Thank you, baby,” she whispered in his ear. “Now let me really apologise.”

Reaching for a lever, Sophie pushed his seat back, giving her more room to settle between his legs.

Her long, slender fingers made quick work of his belt, her eyes intense on his. Tugging his pants down along with his boxers, his cock sprung free, getting harder as she worked him with an expert touch.

Her mouth moved over him, stealing the breath from his lungs at the immediate pleasure he felt.

Okay, so this was one thing she had over Erica.

Her blowjobs were out of this world and worth every risk he took just to experience one. He was going to be late to dinner, a dinner he had arranged, but how could he stop?

“That’s it,” he growled. “Clean Erica’s juices from my cock, Sophie. She tastes good, huh?”

Sophie paused, looking up at him, a frown forming between her eyes.

“I asked you a question, Sophie,” he said, tugging harshly on her hair. “Doesn’t my wife taste so fucking good on my cock?” With a whimper, Sophie nodded her head.

“I can’t fucking hear you, bitch. Use your words.”

“Yes,” she mumbled around his cock.

“Yes, what?”

“Erica tastes good on your cock!” With a triumphant growl, he pushed her head down on him.

She knew exactly how to tighten her lips, the right places to tease with her tongue. Her mouth was always ready and willing. He had lost count of how many times those pretty eyes had looked up at him while he shot his load down her throat.

“Sophie,” he said, grabbing the back of her head and keeping her in place while he could still focus. She kept her eyes on his, paused with his cock in her mouth. It was enough to make him throb in need. “You’re not to fuck Marcus, even if you want to. Do you understand? ”

She nodded once, sliding her lips further down his length. He fisted her hair, tugging on it sharply and stopping her in her tracks. “I said, do you understand ?”

This time, Sophie released his dick, wrapping her hand around him instead. “I understand, sir,” she said, licking her lips. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you. You own me now.”

Pushing her head back down with a smirk, he watched his cock disappear between her lips once more, her words ringing in his ears with a sense of euphoria.

Why would he give this up when the thrill of owning someone the way he owned Sophie made his cock harder than it had ever been?

Erica was the furthest thing from his mind as Sophie worked his dick. The dinner with her family was an unimportant inconvenience.

She’d forgive his tardiness, and later tonight he’d fuck her too.

Who said you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too?