I wanted to give him all of me and take everything he had to give me, seven years worth of suppressed sexual desire. I wanted it all. He greedily sucked my lips while tugging on my hair, then continued kissing down my neck till his mouth was on my breasts. He sucked the left one hard, pinching the right nipple and quickly alternated. I was lost, drowning in a pool of pleasure. My hands were running through his hair, guiding his head as he tasted me. As I opened my eyes to watch him, the sparkle in my ring nearly blinded me. Like a splash of cold water, I was faced with reality, forcing me to push him away.
“Fuck you, Lex. How dare you think you can have me!” I said, but my body was betraying me, convulsing with every touch.
“I’m taking back what’s mine.” And with that he pulled my dress up, pushing my panties aside and plunging his fingers inside me. I screamed in pleasure, biting into his shoulder as he went in deeper. Every thrust brought me closer. His perfect fingers slid inside, then he pulled them out and placed them in his mouth, tasting every drop of my pussy. What a dirty bastard but it didn’t stop my hands from fumbling with his belt because I needed his cock to ease the fire that was ravaging through me. I was lost in the intensity of it all and was on the verge of an orgasmic finish when I heard a commotion.
Quickly pulling away from each other, I straightened my dres
s, double-checking my breasts were positioned back behind the fabric. Trying to catch my breath, I was left on edge. Fuck fuck fuckety fuck! It was a blessing and a curse. Ten seconds later and I probably would have had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The silver lining was that I didn’t fully succumb to the temptation that was Alexander Edward’s.
A cleaner opened the door to the kitchen, pushing his mop and bucket. “Apologies, sir. I was sent to clean the floor.”
“That’s fine, you can continue,” Lex ordered, barely able to speak.
I quickly headed out the door. You can do it Charlie, just walk away and pretend it never happened, but he grabbed me again and pinned me against the wall. “We’re not finished, not until my cock has been inside every part of you, and only I will be the one to touch you. You understand that, Charlotte? You belong to me. You are mine and always were.” I closed my eyes as he trailed kisses down my neck. Then he continued. “This dress, Charlotte, what are you doing to me?” He let out a small whimper as he said it.
“Nothing you haven’t wanted since the moment we saw each other at the restaurant,” I murmured.
He stopped kissing me and moved his head back up to my eye level. “That’s where you’re wrong, Charlotte. It’s not since the moment I saw you in the restaurant. It’s been since the last time I saw you on the cliff top.”
“Don’t fucking do this, Lex! What happened back there meant nothing! It was just curiosity of what it would feel like again. Don’t go reading more into this.” I pulled away from him, suddenly finding my strength. “Yes, Lex, I would have fucked you, because I was horny – plain and simple. I’ve fucked you before so I knew what I was in for. But it would have been a mistake if we did. You aren’t my world anymore. My fiancé will be back tomorrow and I plan to continue that relationship. I am not yours and the quicker you realize that, the better.”
I stormed out of the kitchen, searching for the nearest bathroom. I rushed in and closed the door behind me. My heart was beating fast as I touched my lips; they were swollen. He did it to me every time. But I asked for it. I allowed it. I craved it.
What had I done? I spent seven years trying to forget him. In just one moment, time stood still and every part of me that had let him go was crying out for him. I calmed myself down as best as I could, knowing I couldn’t face him again. Walking out of the stall, I stood in front of the sink and splashed cold water on my face. I adjusted my dress and fixed my hair, then walked back into the main area to find a very disheveled Eric.
“Charlie, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Well for starters I wasn’t in Matt Damon look-a-like’s pants and that appeared to be the only place you were looking.” I chuckled, slurring my words. Eric blushed, knowing he had been caught with his pants down, literally.
“Time to go?”
“Yes please.”
It was four in the morning and I was beyond ready to leave. Physically I was exhausted and everything seemed blurry. Emma left with boy-toy so Eric and I walked hand-in-hand as we headed out of the club. The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin. The streets were quiet with an occasional cab driving past. I heard commotion at the entrance of the club.
“Why won’t you let me in? For old time’s sake?” The voice sounded familiar. I didn’t turn around to look, just continued walking down the street. Well, at least I tried to, stumbling a few times. The familiar voice laughed.
“Look what the cat dragged back. Is she the reason why, Alex?”
I stopped and turned around. Lex was standing at the entrance with that same tall man, and the familiar voice – I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was Samantha.
Chapter 10
Lex
I could have killed Samantha on the spot, that stupid bitch, for turning up like that at the club. The worst part was Charlotte was probably thinking I was still with her. Truth is I wouldn’t fuck Samantha with a ten-foot pole. Hmm, well maybe…there’s a thought.
I sat on the balcony of my suite, twirling my blackberry in my hand. I wanted to call her, to tell her I hadn’t seen Samantha in seven years. Not since the night it was over.
When I arrived at the club I spotted Charlotte immediately. How could I not in that dress? It did things to me I’m sure weren’t legal. It affected parts I assumed were long buried. I mean, fuck, the fact that I could see the curves of her tits made me horny as hell. Thank God I fucking controlled myself when we kissed; it was hard to resist fucking her brains out right there in that empty ballroom. She was standing at the bar and to see that beefed-up fucker trying to make a move, it was time to make my move. She didn’t look impressed, in fact more angry that I was there. It had to be the tequila riling her up. It either makes her angry or horny. For my sake I was hoping horny.
I took them up to the VIP area. We were greeted by Marissa, one of the hostesses. Yeah, I had fucked her. It was a few months ago when we first opened up the club. I was tense and, well, she offered. The look she gave me indicated she wanted a repeat performance. No chance in hell, sweetheart. It would be like comparing diamonds to cubic zirconia. With Charlotte’s hand in mine, I wasn’t letting go. We sat down in the most exclusive booth in the club. Her friends talked, and I half-listened, watching her every move, studying her profile.
Her friends left; I’d have to thank Eric later. I finally had a chance to be alone with Charlotte and talk. She wanted to drink and I more than willingly kept handing her the shots. I reminded her of that last time she was wasted on tequila. Who could forget that night? Having her legs spread wide open for me under the bleachers, tasting every drop of her pussy. The memory of how it felt had me ready to blow in my pants at this moment but instead I drank a shot, teasing her by placing the salt on her arm and licking it off slowly. I could practically hear her heart thumping. I was ready to take her right then and there, not caring that she was drunk. I needed her.
The buzzing from her purse interrupted the moment. I saw his name, and that thing I said about control, yeah well, that went out the window. I was ready to have it out with her when one of the security guards advised me there was a situation downstairs. I left her upstairs, warning her not to respond to Julian, and left. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Samantha.