Fated An Alpha Male Romance - K. Alex Walker Page 0,19
of the Five-K fundraiser we’re organizing in conjunction with the medical center and the community board. The Five-K that will be headlined as your event.”
In that single instance, all of his suspicion was seared away by the illumination of his eyes. “My event? What for?”
“Juvenile diabetes in Louisiana’s youth.”
He snapped his fingers. “Children?”
I nodded. “Yes, children. It will be a perfect opportunity for the people to get to know you outside of your military role. So, I’ll see you in like two minutes?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Not a minute later.”
He then turned and swished out of the room. Ethan watched his path for a few seconds before turning to me. “Does he do that a lot?” he asked. “Demand you to do things?”
“Don’t worry about it, Ethan,” I assured.
“Alexandra—”
“Sometimes.”
He made a gruff noise in the back of his throat and then looked down at my dress. “My fingers aren’t going to make you come in two minutes.”
Before I had a chance to comment, he lifted my dress and slipped my panties down over my legs. I bit into my tongue to stop myself from moaning when I felt the warmth of his mouth against my center. He used his tongue to part my folds and flick my swollen nubbin, and I angled my hips to grant him deeper access, pulling a few strands of silky hair into my fingers. He circled his tongue around the organ and then sucked…and licked…and sucked. His finger inside of me probed, swirled and stroked. The danger of being caught only made the sensation building inside me more intense, but nothing inside of me wanted him to stop.
Within seconds, I was coming. I exploded and soared, and he somehow knew just where to place his tongue to extend the feeling until I shuddered and trembled. I didn’t want to end the night here, my core aching to be filled by him, but we didn’t have much of a choice.
I pulled him up for a kiss so that I could taste myself on his lips. He pulled the kiss deeper and I felt him smile against my lips, so I smiled back.
“I have to go,” I whined against his mouth.
He kissed me again, latching onto my mouth and refusing to release until he’d had his fill. Even as he broke the kiss, I moved towards him, not quite ready to be deprived of his taste.
“Think about what you want,” he said, leaning back so that our faces were only a few inches apart.
“I’m not sure what I —”
“Think about what you want,” he repeated. Then, he released me, scooped my panties from the floor, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and kissed my forehead. With him, forehead kisses were not the chaste gestures that I’d once thought them to be. Somehow, Ethan made them erotic, yet sweet.
“One more thing,” he said, standing. “If you’re with someone who doesn’t allow you to be yourself, then who are you when you’re with them?”
He left before I could attempt to answer a question that I had no idea how to answer. Even as I freshened up and sauntered back to the front to take Roderick’s elbow while he worked the room, the question bugged me to no end. Who the hell was I when I was with Roderick if not the free and desirous woman that Ethan brought out of me? Who was I but a robotic complement to the “perfect” woman that my parents had raised?
I flashed a smile at the mayor and glanced over at Gia. She and Eli were on the dance floor, tethered and completely oblivious to the world around them. I looked at my mother, not a hair out of place, standing next to my father with their elbows linked. As he engaged in conversation with a state representative, she glanced off into the distance. When I followed the path of what had captivated her, I found nothing.
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Ethan
The cold, dry Louisiana air succeeded in soothing my erection, but the minute I stepped into my warm house, I knew that Alexandra would be back on my mind again. Why I took her panties, I have no idea, but that’s part of the crazy shit that I’ve been referring to. Everything that I was doing with her, even the way I reacted to her, was completely uncharacteristic of me. I even felt warmer around her, although I know that doesn’t make a lick of sense. Alexandra, to me, was a slow moving vapor. With each conversation, visit