You like imagining me fucking you like an animal, don’t you?” he taunts, and in this moment, if he were in this bed with me, I’d let him do just about anything to my body because I’m suspended so far above reality that I’m someone else entirely.
“Yes.”
“You like the thought of me fucking you like a dog?”
“Shit,” I blurt when my body peaks again.
My eyes fall shut as I ride out another intense climax while Alec continues his affliction of words. “I’d then shove my thumb into your ass, filling both your holes. I’d love to see how you’d squirm under my touch.”
I’m completely under his spell as his foul words fill the air around me, filtering in through my erotic moans. Alec never stops talking as I float through orgasm after orgasm, feeding my outrageous appetite. I never knew I was so starved until now—I could go all day.
Alec is a whole new experience, nothing like what I’ve ever had before. He’s unfiltered and raw, debasing me with his words that should offend me but don’t. Instead, they intoxicate me and leave me wanting more.
My body collapses in a heap of sweaty, tingly mush. I roll onto my side, facing the computer screen, and attempt to catch my breath. My damp temple lies on my arm while I, once again, look into Alec’s midnight blue eyes.
As I fall back down to reality, I fight the nervous giggle that threatens to escape. “That was slightly embarrassing,” I mutter as I cover my naked body with a sheet.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“No.”
“If I tell you something, no matter what it is, don’t reject it as if it’s meaningless.”
Propping my head onto my hand, I stare at him, mesmerized in a way I can’t explain.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, not really expecting him to respond, but he does.
“I should ask you the same thing,” he says. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I need to work. I haven’t written in over a week because you have me so distracted.”
“Let me distract you for one more day. Meet me tomorrow morning for a cup of coffee.”
The mere idea excites me, but I know I can’t. The moment I meet him is the moment this all becomes real, and I can’t let that happen. I’ve already pushed my limit of fun with this guy, and if I meet him, I’m doing nothing but leading him on.
“Stop thinking and say yes.”
“Alec . . .”
“Pavement Coffeehouse on Commonwealth. Ten o’clock.”
The moment the words are out of his mouth, his lips flick in a subtle smile, and then he disconnects our video chat.
As I close the lid to the computer, my heart jumps out of my chest when I hear the door leading out to the garage open.
Holy fuck!
I bolt out of bed, sling the comforter over the messy sheets, grab my clothes, and run into the bathroom.
“Tor,” Landon calls out as I throw my clothes on in a hurried panic.
“Going to the bathroom. Be out in a sec,” I holler.
Shit!
After I zip my pants, I flush the unused toilet and open the door before quickly washing the sex off my hands with some fragranced soap.
“Nice hair,” Landon jokes when he walks into the bathroom, and I respond, “Lazy morning.”
I pump a little lotion into my hands, further hiding the scent of deceit as my pulse races wildly under my skin.
“What have you been doing?”
“Nothing much,” I delude. “Just lying around, but I’m about to get to work. What are you doing home in the middle of the day?”
He then holds out the newspaper I didn’t even notice he was holding. “The review is out.”
His smile gives everything away.
“Gimme,” I say and then snatch the paper out of his hands. I thumb through until I find the review. “Oh, my God!” I squeal and then read aloud, “Four stars. New York Times Critics’ Pick. Chin-Chin is a radical reimagining of the grand style of French dining.” Looking at Landon, his face is filled with elation, and I couldn’t be more proud of him. “Congratulations, babe. This is just . . .” I look back down at the article and then to him again, “This is just so amazing.”
“The phone has been ringing off the hook all morning. Our reservations are booked five weeks out. If this continues, we’ll be booked through the holidays.”
“You’re kidding?”
“This is it, babe,” he says with an exultant smile, cradling my cheeks in his hands. “This is