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LUCIA

A lexander groaned as he kissed me back. His lips were as soft and perfect as I remembered, and I doubted there was anything in the world better than this. Tilting his head to the side, Alex kissed me slowly. He took his time, the palms of his hands going up and down my back, holding me to him and exploring me all at the same time.

There was no awkwardness. No hesitation. His hands mapped my body like they already knew it. His palm caressed over my mini dress, up my bare skin, fingers stretched wide. So I did the same, sneaking my hand up under his side, palming the solid mass of muscles there and the skin over his ribs, earning a soft groan that I swallowed because I sure as hell didn’t want to stop kissing him again any time soon. Or maybe ever.

The last time I had felt like this, or had even been touched like this was so long ago, I had almost forgotten. This man wouldn’t use me like my ex, would never make me feel trapped or isolated. He liked having me around, spent intentional time with Gianna, and showed up in a way no one else had before. He made me feel seen, and most of all, he just made me happy. His subtle smiles, or winks. The way he was always tuned into my feelings, leaving me notes, getting me those damn flowers right after we talked about them, ordering food to my room so he knew me and Gianna wouldn’t be hungry. It was the way to an Italian girl’s heart. When his fingers brushed mine, even when it couldn’t be seen. A soft hand on the small of my back around the circuit or at events, grounding me. Holding out his hand for me, just finding the excuses to touch me, it felt all so obvious to me now. It all meant the world to me. He made me happy. A callused palm ran up my thighs to my hips, pushing up the mini dress as he went, grasping there.

Alex growled, tilting me back in his lap just enough so he could look right into my eyes as he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His voice was a low murmur, filled with longing, before his lips captured mine again. The kiss was unhurried, deep, and intoxicatingly sweet, pulling me under like a warm tide. My hands slid up his back, fingers brushing over smooth, heated skin, the muscles shifting under my touch.

His fingers pulled at the hem of my dress, lingering there, and he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough and unsteady. “Can I?”

I nodded, my breath catching, but he didn’t move.

“I need your words, angel,” he said, his breath grazing my cheek. The rasp of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart stuttered at the name, so soft and intimate.

“Yes,” I confirmed. He gently spun me around, and his hand went to the zipper, fingers lingering on my skin before unzipping the dress at a deliciously slow pace. My heart fluttered as his lips touched my neck, peppering soft kisses down my spine as he unzipped the dress. I felt like everything had led up to this, my feelings for him had begun so long ago now, but I had pressed them down and down. The dress fell the the floor and a hand went to my chin.

“Come here, pretty girl.” I turned to face him and waited. He tilted my chin up and kissed me, long and intentional. I reached up my hands, placing one on his neck and the other on the back of his head, pulling him toward me. Sealing our kiss more as I rolled my hips into him. He groaned while I pressed against him, breaking the kiss and kissing a spot between my neck and collarbone that had me whimpering. Alexander leaned away for a moment, his throat bobbing, his breath heavy. His gaze traveled slowly from my face, lingering on the delicate curve of my collarbone before dipping lower to my breasts, framed perfectly by the purple lace bra I’d thrown on in a rushed, last-minute decision earlier tonight. Something I was even shocked I had packed. But the one matching lace set made me feel pretty, so I had added it when I packed it months ago, never expecting anyone to even see it. An excellent decision, as it turned out.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his voice strained as his throat worked in a hard swallow. Every nerve in my body buzzed. I was ready, so damn ready. I was almost certain I heard him murmur a low, guttural fuck under his breath as he slid the bra off and tossed it aside without a second thought. In a second his hands were at my waist, and he was lifting me up and setting me on the bed. One of his thighs between me, I rolled into him, needing the friction. His mouth dove down and his lips sucked a nipple between them. I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth before he gave it another suck and moved over, suckling at that nipple, too, hard and then softly, two hard pulls and then one gentle one. Not wanting to lose the feel of him but desperate to see more, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined, just like he looked in the tight undergarments drivers wore beneath their race suits. His stomach was taut and sculpted, every muscle defined. His pants hung low, teasingly, just beneath that perfect line. I ran my hands down his chest and fumbled with the buttons, pulling his pants down, then gently gave a push of my hands on his chest.

“I want to be on top,” I muttered, and his hungry gaze flared as he let his body fall to the side, then onto the mattress as I climbed on top of him. I lowered myself down onto his lap, settling on top of him and grinding into him. His mouth met mine at the same time my breasts brushed his chest, and I swore my nipples got even harder at each movement when they grazed the hair on his pecs. I touched him everywhere, and he touched me everywhere. Sneaking my hand down into his underwear, my fingertips brushed his length. The wide, hard base. The smooth skin covering it all, and he grunted under my touch.

I kissed the line of his jaw, the tip of his chin, and moved my hand up and down his length, gaining confidence at his own moans. I took my time, long and languid strokes. Then, pulling my hands up his chest and hooking one around the back of his neck, I kissed him hard.

“You’re doing so good, angel.” His mouth gave my neck a soft kiss that had me shivering under his praise.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” I told him, stroking both hands up and down him, gaining confidence.

“You don’t even know how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about you on top of me, just like this. The dreams I’ve had.” He panted between strokes.

“Good,” was all I replied before leaning down and teasing the tip of him with my tongue, swirling before taking him fully. One of his hands reached out, brushing away the hair that fell in front of my face. He scooped it up and held it in one palm, his eyes on me. I looked up at him as I went.

“Fuck, angel, my turn.” He tugged gently on my hair to tell me to stop. I released with a pop and he dragged me back to his mouth. Kissing me fully. Then an arm encircled my waist, flipping us so my back was on the mattress again. I let myself melt into each kiss. His hands wandered down my exposed stomach, pushing into my underwear and finding the wetness between my legs. Teasing touches until my groans grew louder in frustration.

“Alex!” I gasped as he pushed a finger in, then two, and pumped. He sucked and licked at my breasts, making me squirm. Then his hands held my waist, the other pulling out of me, a whimper leaving me as he did. I reached out for him and stroked up and down the thick cock, rubbing my thumb over the top.

“Fuck.” He moaned, then his hand stopped my own. “But I said, my turn,” he mumbled and began kissing down my body, leaving a trail of shivers. Slowly when one of his fingers finally dipped between my lips and pushed inside again, his tongue followed after. I’d been wet from the moment he started kissing me, and I tried to not be self-conscious. I had never had anyone go down on me before, and this, this was life changing.

“You taste like perfection, angel,” Alexander muttered, coming up for air.

Angel .

It made butterflies swarm in my stomach and I wanted to hear it a million times more.

“I’ve never had anyone—” I panted, “down there before.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough as he leaned up and kissed me deeply. “Knowing I’m the first is definitely going to help my ego,” he added with a smirk. A laugh burst out of me, light and soft, because of course this man would make me feel utterly at ease in the middle of sex. He pulled himself back down, his short cropped beard tickling my thighs. I let my hands roam his tattooed arms, squeezing when it felt overwhelmingly good. I pulled him back up eventually, needing to touch him again, needing to kiss him again. I wanted to be closer, I wanted more.

“Alexander, please,” I begged. “More, I need more.”

“Are you sure, angel?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve never been more sure.” His smile was blinding, even in the dimly lit room. The moonlight poured in through the window, the floor-length curtains blowing with the soft evening wind from the open doors. Alexander reached over into the drawer of the nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. He rolled it over his length, his eyes burning into mine, as if nothing could take him from this moment.

“The balcony is open,” I mention, nodding at it. Alexander looked at me, his hips dipped down between my legs, and I wrapped them around his hips, and with my hand around his dick, guiding him where we both wanted him, he pressed into me. A wicked smile curved his lips, his eyes shadowed and heavy lidded.

“Good. Let them hear you scream for me.”

I squeezed my thighs around his sides tightly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tilting up my hips a little. He pushed in and out slowly, letting me adjust. It felt euphoric, like I was leaving my body entirely. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Feel this good. Then Alexander took my thighs and pulled them up to sit on his shoulders, pushing forward more and pounding into me, and I couldn’t help but scream out his name. A proud smile was on his lips.

“That’s right, angel.”

I dragged my palms up and down his back, and he kissed his groans across my lips. We sank into each other like this was fleeting. I muffled my mouth against his shoulder.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “You feel so damn good.” His hips picked up speed just as I started to feel the heat building at the center of my body. Alexander’s hips thrusted forward, holding me off the bed and on top of his thighs, and I squeezed my legs tight around his neck as he ground and ground right against where I wanted him. I cried out my orgasm.

“Come for me,” he gritted out, voice thick.

His hands gripped my waist hard as he pushed in and out at a punishing speed as I kept crying out, “Faster, faster.” I felt my orgasm crescendo, the electricity rushing through me. Then he was there again, moving again slowly then building up and pulling me into another one. His lips devoured me as he went, sweaty forehead touching in the slower moments, his eyes finding mine over and over again. Turning my chin to look at him. It was all just so much.

I had never, not once, finished multiple times in one go, but here we were, quickly coming up on a third time. His own grunts were like music to my ears, hot and enticing music. His thrusts became erratic as he came, pulsing and groaning so deep from his chest. His body slumped against mine as he lowered us onto the bed. Alexander laid his cheek against the top of my head, pressing a kiss there. I let myself take in the moment, really commit it to memory. I want to stay here, in this feeling. I want to live in it.

“That…” I sighed deeply, fully and completely content. He pulled me into his side, an arm wrapping around my waist and dipping a kiss to my forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he muttered, guiding me up and to the bathroom door.

Soon the bathroom was fogging up with the warmth of the shower. He led me into it, grabbing soap and slowly dragging his soapy hands over my limbs. I was drunk on his touches when I spun around to face him, looking up through wet eyelashes and smiling.

“Round two?”

* * *

I woke slowly, the faint light of dawn peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. For a moment, I stayed still, letting my senses catch up with me. The cool sheets tangled around my legs, the gentle hum of the world in the background, and the warmth of Alexander’s body pressed against mine.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized where I was. His arm was draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he slept beside me. His breath was soft against the back of my neck, and I could feel the faintest beat of his heart and focused on the calming rhythm. He felt so solid, so real, and so…safe.

I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb him, and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was early, much earlier than I would normally be awake, but I couldn’t bring myself to move just yet. Everything about this moment was so peaceful, so calm. My mind, still foggy with sleep, pieced back together the events of the night before. We’d gone out with our friends, laughed, and danced. Then he made me see the damn stars three times before we fell asleep.

His hand was resting on my hip, his thumb lightly brushing my skin, as if he was holding me closer in his sleep. I felt a flutter of warmth in my chest at the simplicity of it. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself to acknowledge.

I tried to breathe quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but as the minutes passed, my thoughts began to rush in. Was this real? Everything had moved so fast, and yet this felt so right. I’d been trying to push away the growing feelings I had for him, but it was becoming impossible. I tried to shake my own negative thoughts away.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to see his face. His features were relaxed in sleep, his dark hair slightly tousled, the faintest stubble on his jaw. He looked peaceful. Perfect, even.

But as my gaze softened, I realized I didn’t want to rush this. Whatever this was, I wanted to savor it. To let it unfold, without overthinking or second-guessing. Feeling the weight of his arm around me, his steady presence grounding me in the moment and sending butterflies through me. His warmth surrounded me like a protective cocoon, making me feel completely at ease.

“Morning,” his voice rumbled softly, barely above a whisper, as if he, too, had just woken up. I looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time that morning. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was something else in them now, something deeper, a tenderness that made my chest tighten.

“Morning,” I replied, my voice soft and a little unsure, but not in a bad way.

He smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made my heart do a little flip. His hand gently brushed my hair back from my face, and he tucked a loose strand behind my ear.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. “Want to stay here or go get our girl?”

Our girl.

Anna had stayed the night with her, knowing we would all be out late celebrating. What she didn’t know was that I was here, down the hall, naked and wrapped up in Alexander Wright’s bedsheets. I let out a hum of approval nonetheless.

“Yeah, let’s go get Gia.”