because, in her mind, the only appropriate ending would be a happy report that purple heroin has been pushed from New York’s streets forever. In the past week, the market has been flooded with the drug, which is partly how I know the worst is still yet to come.
“Hey,” she says without looking up.
“Where’s Harry?”
She jabs her head in the direction of the nursery. “I literally just got him to go to sleep, so don’t start screaming or anything.”
I approach the desk, and Alexis finally looks up from her work. Her face splits into a wide grin when she sees the roses.
“Are those for me?” she asks, closing the lid of her laptop.
“No.” I bring the roses up to my nose and sniff them thoughtfully. “They’re for my other girlfriend. Do you think she’ll like them?”
I can see Alexis’ attention snag on the title of girlfriend. We rarely ever talk about what we are, and almost never broach the subject of what we feel. Girlfriend feels like an extraordinarily weak descriptor for what Alexis is to me.
“You’re a dog.” She snatches the roses out of my hand and cradles them to her chest. “Did you purposefully get me the same kind of roses as the ones you sent when I was living in the apartment?”
I can still remember the delight on Alexis’ face as I watched her on the screen, receiving her flowers, the way it made my stomach flip and I didn’t know why.
“Yes,” I say. “Because as it turns out, I’m not terribly creative.”
She laughs and sets the roses on the desk, walking around it to place her hands on the lapels of my jacket. Alexis senses the oncoming storm just as much as me, but over the past week she has become a more relaxed, joyful version of herself. When she looks up at me now, it is with bright blue eyes that sparkle with mirth and a cheeky tilt to her full lips.
“How can I thank you?” Alexis asks. Her voice has grown husky, full of promise.
Blood instantly starts to gather in my cock. She has that effect on me. I have gone years without indulging in a woman’s touch, but with Alexis, as soon as the thought enters my head I have to have her. She’s mine. And that claim is one I need to stake over and over again.
“Hmm…” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I can think of a couple ways, though there is a risk it would wake Harry. Perhaps I should just go…”
I pretend to turn away, and Alexis follows. “I can be quiet. Can you?”
I chuckle, lowering my mouth to hers. “I’ll be holding you to that.”
We kiss. It’s a delicate, almost hesitant touch, like two lovers discovering each other for the first time. My cock is insistent that I get Alexis on her back as soon as possible, but I like taking my time with her. I like the way she sighs when I run a hand over her back or the way she clutches onto my shirt desperately when I deepen the kiss.
I guide her back toward the bed. My hands roam over her body, feeling the taut plane of her back, the ample flesh of her ass, the soft curve of her waist. I press her tightly to my body. I love the way she feels against me, the way her tits flatten against my chest. I love the jut of her hip bones and the way she fits so neatly within my arms that it’s like she was made for me.
I pull away Alexis’ shirt and kiss down her shoulder as I loosen her bra. She moans softly, and the sound sends wildfire blasting through my body—but that’s not the game we’re playing.
“Shh,” I warn, nipping her throat. “I want you completely quiet.”
She nods, and her hand slides between us to land on my impatient bulge. A quiver goes through me. Now I’m the one struggling to stay silent.
I push her back onto the bed. I love the way her tits jiggle. I am unable to resist the urge to lean over and suck one pink-tipped nipple into my mouth. Alexis’s fingers claw into my scalp, and I can tell she’s trying very hard not to make any noise.
I move to the other nipple, rubbing at her mound as I do. The fingers tighten. She’s trying very, very hard.
I smile as I move down her body, kissing over her stomach and to the top of