Every nerve in my body comes to life, and I thread my fingers into his thick, dark hair. I rock against him, needing to feel him inside me. “I’m so ready.”

Alexander grips my hips, steadying me against him. “I want to feel you, Margo. I want to come inside you this time.”

My mind drifts back to the time when we had sex against the door in Vegas and how amazing that felt. That also reminds me this is the second dress he’s ruined during sex. He’s technically my husband and I’m on birth control, so I don’t see the harm in it just this once.

I nod as I play with a strand of his hair that’s poking out in the back. “Okay.”

He leans in and presses his lips to mine as he shifts his hips and his cock presses against my entrance. A quick thrust of his hips and he slips his dick inside me all the way up to the base.

His mouth drifts open, and he stares up at me with lust-coated eyes as he works my hips in a slow rhythm. “Fuck. So damn amazing.”

We rock in time, both getting lost in our own desire—both searching for our own release.

Watching him as he enjoys my body is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I like knowing that I can cause the asshole control freak, Alexander King, to lose all control. It’s powerful and liberating and makes me feel downright sexy.

It doesn’t take long before that familiar tingle overtakes every inch of my being. “Oh, that’s it,” I pant. “Oh, God. Alexander, I’m coming.”

No sooner do the words leave my lips do I fall apart, giving in to the wave of pleasure that Alexander’s given me.

He tightens his grip on my hips and works them faster and faster until he’s biting his lip and sweat beads on his forehead. We lock eyes and a low growl escapes his lips as he explodes inside me, filling me full with his desire.

We stay wrapped in one another’s arms, staring into each other’s eyes as we try to catch our breath. I don’t know what just happened, but this sexual encounter with him felt different—more intimate—and it feels like everything is about to change.

Margo

AFTER A CHANGE OF CLOTHES at Alexander’s apartment, I’m heading back down the stairs. Hopefully, we make it to the event this time. I glance at my phone before dropping it into my clutch. We’re running extremely late.

When I meet Alexander in the foyer, he takes my hand. The warmth of his fingers curled around mine feels so intimate. I’m not sure what in the hell happened between us back in that limo, but it’s more apparent to me now that keeping things strictly business between the two of us is impossible. Something just happens when we’re together. There’s a pull—a connection—I don’t understand, and I’m pretty sure Alexander feels it, too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to end up married to me, causing himself a whole lot of grief in the process. He’s too smart for that, which is how I know the brain behind that beautiful face of his isn’t making the decisions when it comes to me.

I glance down at our hands as we make our way outside to the waiting limo. I’m tempted to ask him if he’s merely pretending to show me public affection for the benefit of anyone who’s watching or if he’s holding my hand because he wants to, but I won’t. I don’t want to know the answer. If he claims it’s just an act, it might hurt.

Inside the limo, I expect for Alexander to pull away from me, but he doesn’t. We ride to the gala side by side, still holding hands like a happily married couple.

As we pull up to the building the party is being held in, Alexander turns his head toward me while wearing a devilish smirk. “You ready to try this again, or are you ready for round two?”

A blush creeps over my cheeks. As much as I would love nothing more than to go another round with him, I know there’s simply no time for that. Tonight is all about convincing the board members of King Corporation that Alexander is more than capable of running the empire his father left behind.

“As much as I’d like that, we have a job to do,” I tell him. “But I’ll take a rain check on that second round.”

Alexander’s smile widens. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to make your battery operated boyfriend jealous.”

I chuckle at his reference to my vibrator. “Don’t worry. B.O.B. only wants to see me satisfied. He’s probably enjoying the vacation.”

“Bob might have to go. You know I’m a jealous man. I don’t share, especially when it comes to you.” He reaches over and slides one hand between my legs and then brushes my panty-covered folds with his thumb. “And this pussy is all mine.”

His words cause me to shiver. Never have I been claimed like this before, and I have to admit, it’s a fucking turn-on.

“Tonight, I want you in my bed.”Alexander leans in and brushes my lips with his. “But first, we have a little business to handle inside. Are you ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

A few lingering paparazzi snap photos of Alexander and me as we step out of the car—all of them clamoring for a shot of us to put in the society gossip columns.

“Mr. King, is it true that the two of you are married?” one heavyset, balding man with a camera shouts, but Alexander doesn’t even bother to glance in his direction.

Sure, I’ve been in the society papers before, but no one has ever been desperate to know so much about my personal life. It’s weird that people would even care, but things are different for Alexander. He’s been on the public radar since he was named youngest billionaire in the world ten years ago when he inherited his father’s company. People are fascinated by handsome young men who are extremely wealthy.




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