Page 142 of Dangerous Men

“Use your words, darling. I need to hear it.”

“I’m okay,” I mumble.

Alec grunts in acknowledgement. He pulls out of me slowly, inch by inch, before sliding off me.

“Stay right here,” Alec tells me. “I’m getting you some water.”

This time, apparently, I don’t need to answer out loud. The mattress dips and rises as Alec rolls off the bed.

I feel like I’m floating. With a soft groan, I roll over onto my back. I’m sore all over. My lips, my hand, my wrists. Lower, I feel stretched from his cock. But the pain feels oddly pleasant.

Ilikeit, I realize.

Alec returns with a glass of water, lifting my head up off the bed so he can hold it for me while I drink.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he murmurs, as I swallow. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

My God, this man. The praise makes me arch against themattress, wanting even more, and Alec’s lips twitch into a smile as he takes the glass from me and sets it on the bedside table.

“Come here,” Alec says as he lies down next to me. He pulls me toward him until my head is resting on his shoulder, our limbs intertwined. We lay there like that, curled up together, content. Happy.

“Stay the night with me,” Alec says, tracing his finger down the curve of my back. “Please.”

I lift my head to look at him. He looks vulnerable after he says it. Like I’ll break his heart if I leave. Like he needs this. Needs me.

My lips curve into a small smile, and I nod. “Okay. I can stay.”

“Earl can drive you home early tomorrow,” he tells me. His hand goes to my thigh then, pinning me open. His fingers dip between my legs and gather up the cum that has dripped out of me. I gasp when he uses his fingers to push all of it back inside.

“I want you to keep this in you,” Alec says, pushing his fingers in even deeper. “I want to spend all day at work tomorrow knowing I’m still inside you.”

My pussy throbs at the words, clenching around his fingers, and I lick my lips before I nod.

With a satisfied grunt, Alec removes his fingers and reaches over me to grab my panties, sliding them back over my legs and onto my body. I reach for my dress to cover myself, before remembering it’s ruined. When I hold it up, the front is torn nearly in half.

Unwearable.

“You don’t happen to have a shirt I could wear to bed, do you?” I ask coyly. “Since you destroyed my clothes?”

Alec doesn’t even do me the courtesy of looking ashamed. He chuckles, taking the ruined dress from my hands and tossing it aside. “The closet over there,” he gestures toward theback of the room, farthest from the door. “Take anything you’d like.”

I feel his eyes on me as I slip off the bed and walk to the door. Devouring me.

I shouldn’t be surprised that the closet is a walk-in. Rows of suits and dress shirts line the walls, carefully hung on wooden hangers. I run my hands over the sleeves, luxuriating in the feel of the fabrics, before settling on a soft white dress shirt with a starched collar.

He said I could take anything, right?

The shirt goes almost to my knees when I put it on, and after I’ve buttoned it, I turn to leave.

But…

I wiggle my bare toes against the hardwood floor. Surely,anythingalso extends to a pair of socks, right?

A small dresser sits in the back of the closet, nestled beneath a row of meticulously arranged ties. Something tells me Alec is the sort of man to own cashmere socks, and I’m not passing up the opportunity to wear a pair.

I step forward and open the top drawer, admiring the detailing on the ornate brass handles. To my surprise, inside I don’t find socks or underwear or any clothing at all.

What I find are documents.