Fated An Alpha Male Romance - K. Alex Walker Page 0,5

woman at the time, it had still popped up in my dreams that night and I’d woken up with my hands inching into my underwear.

The sound of Ethan placing the glasses on an end table in the far corner of the room pulled me back to the office, and when he turned around, his eyes landed on my breasts before they found my face again. That gesture alone caused a tennis ball size of warmth to begin collecting between my legs. In that instant, all of the “ice” that had collected there began a slow melt.

“It’s definitely something,” he said, sounding slightly distracted. “The punch, I mean.”

“It is,” I agreed.

“Old secret family recipe? Didn’t Evelyn say the same thing about the cobbler?”

“You and that cobbler,” I replied with a laugh. “And yeah, she did. But technically, Grandma Evelyn has a lot of those up her sleeve. She even has a lasagna dish that she claims is an old family recipe when our lineage isn’t even Italian.”

He smiled and, though it could have been my imagination, his smoky eyes briefly lit up like a flash of lightning blazing across a cloudy sky. My gaze fell to his zipper, but I quickly stretched the muscles in my neck to pull it away before he noticed.

“I think sitting in this chair all day made my shoulders tense,” I said instead, rubbing a fake sore spot on my neck. He strode over to the desk, his masculine gait more pronounced than it had been just a few seconds ago.

“You’re tense?” He stepped around my desk, the only barrier that had been standing between our bodies. “Am I working you too hard?’

Against any sense of judgment, I sat on top of the desk and granted him access to my shoulders. When he stepped closer and poised his hands over the fabric of my shirt, his scent wrapped around me like satin ribbons. My skin tingled in anticipation of his fingers and my thighs automatically squeezed together to suppress the erotic throbbing building between them. It was then that I realized what was happening: I was aroused. Hopelessly aroused. Nerve endings that I never even knew before existed were firing at a rapid pace.

The warmth of his hands closed over my skin and the bulb between my legs answered as though it had been asked a question. My nipples began pressing against my bra with enough force to break glass, and my lungs pushed out quick bursts of air to keep up with the demands of the blood rushing through my system.

I wanted to rock on top of the desk to soothe my aching arousal. I wanted to turn around and plant my lips against his. I wanted to maneuver my fingers through his hair at the nape and suck his tongue into my mouth, and I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist as he entered me, stretching and filling me with his length.

This thing that I was feeling was something different from my usual passing attraction. This was untamed arousal. My center was actually aching, crying out to be joined with the appendage between his legs and I knew that I had to get the horse back in the gate, quickly, before I embarrassed myself.

But, as I thought about that thick appendage, my mouth began to water.

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Ethan

My hands were on Alexandra’s shoulders but my eyes had traveled down her back to the curvature of her ass on the desk. Alexandra Miller had the type of body that I loved — soft, womanly curves that I, more than once, imagined sinking my fingers into as I very slowly entered her from behind. Then, she had the kind of smooth skin that I could kiss and lick all over as she grabbed my hair and screamed in response. Although these thoughts weren’t very far from what I usually thought whenever I made up excuse after excuse to walk up to her office, my dick was being disobedient on this particular evening.

Very disobedient.

I wanted to fuck the soul out of this woman.

My attraction to Alexandra has pretty much existed ever since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. Although I’d known for months that one of the daughters of the esteemed General James Miller had requested to join our team at the center to assist us in coordinating our community-based initiatives, seeing her in person had been a different story. She’d been wearing her hair pulled up and away from her face and had tried