X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,17
more thing: my girl is stubborn.
“I wanted to respect your desire for privacy,” I push. “By now, you’ll have done your research on me.”
She nods. Clara might not have known who I was when we first met, but that won’t be the case anymore. I have no doubt that we’ve both done our research. But while my intel is based on fact, I imagine what she’s read about me is a little more colorful.
“Reporters love to take photos of me with women and speculate on our relationships. Old friends become new flames. Waitresses become flings.”
“So you didn’t sleep with all those women?” she asks.
I bite back a smile. There’s no need to lie. “Not all of them.”
“Lovely.”
“I believe you told me that you weren’t a hapless virgin.” She wants to run, but I won’t let her. I back her against the wall and cage her between my arms. I won’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do, but I will make her listen. “I assume we can be open about our sex lives.”
“We can.”
“Good, because I want you to be open with me, Clara. I’ll have you either way, but you’ll enjoy it more if you aren’t busy thinking I’m a dick.”
Her smile is a bit grudging but bright.
“A smile. Now that’s lovely. I wonder if I’ll see that after you come when you’re still full of me.” She needs to remember why we’re here. She needs to remember why she came. It will be easier to remind her once she’s actually come. “So are we agreed?”
“To share our sex lives?” she asks.
We might as well get this out of the way. “I need to know the women I sleep with are discreet. That they use good...judgment.”
She rolls her eyes, and I know it probably sounds ridiculous. “I’ve been with one guy. My college boyfriend. And I’m on The Pill.”
So I was right about her sexual history. Mine is a bit more diversified.
“What about you?” she presses.
“More than one.” I don’t need to tell her how many. She won’t like it. “I’m always cautious, and I can assure you that I’m clean.”
This earns me another frown. It’s cute, but I prefer the smile. “And that’s important because?”
“I felt it should be addressed before I took you to bed, and because I don’t think I can wait until we reach the suite.” I can’t keep my hands off her for another minute. Pushing her against the lift’s mirrored wall, I show her exactly what she’s agreed to as I tug down the straps of her dress. A primal sensation rises inside me and escapes from my throat when I catch sight of delicate lace caging her full tits. “Your breasts are more perfect than I’d imagined.”
She slumps against the wall a little, but true to form, she dares to ask me, “Should we do this in the elevator?”
I brush my index finger over her lips, thinking of all the things I’d like to do to her in this lift. “Oh poppet, I know what’s worrying you. You’re worried that I’ll get my quick fuck in the elevator.”
“I don’t want you to get bored with me before you even get me to the room.” Her voice is small, shrinking to hide from me.
“That won’t be a problem.” I trace her collarbone. I’m ready to kiss her—to taste her skin. To taste every inch of her. She obviously needs to be reminded of that. “Your body was made to fuck, Clara. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She barely manages to shake her head.
“It is,” I say. Men at Oxford University must be bloody stupid. They should have been bowing down to this woman, not sticking their noses in books. “I find it very inspiring. I don’t know if there are enough flat surfaces to ride you on in the suite. But if it would make you feel better—” I continue to work her skirt up until it’s bunched at her hips. With my other hand, I slide a finger past the waist of her knickers lower and lower until I find what I seek. “—we can wait and go upstairs.”
Her eyes slam shut as I circle her engorged clit. “We should...”
I take it as a compliment that she can’t finish the sentence.
“Perhaps I can offer a better solution.” I love listening to her little noises, but there’s something I want to do more. “I need to taste your sweet cunt, Clara. I’ve been thinking about it for days. Will you