clit, but he kept moving, dragging it out slowly now despite the pleasure coiled tight in his belly and the urgent little motions of her hips. He pressed his hand down a little harder, holding her almost still.
“Fuck. Alex.” The words were as much admiration as protest. “Oh fuck, please.”
He grinned against her shoulder. “Please?”
“Stop teasing!”
His answer was a laugh that caught in his throat and went breathy when her nails raked down his back. “You want it?”
“Yeah, fuck. I want it.”
She wasn’t the only one. With a groan, Alex picked up the pace again, letting himself take what he wanted hard and fast while she sobbed his name. Her hand tangled in his hair and her spine arched. Another deep thrust, and she was coming again with a cry.
This time Alex let himself follow, groaning as he spilled. Pleasure washed through him, burning under his skin. Color bloomed behind his closed eyelids. The world fell away.
For a few moments they were still. Alex’s heartbeat raced in his ears. He waited for it to slow and his breathing to return to normal. He could hear her doing the same, little hitches in her breath like she was still recovering. Aftershocks twitched through his muscles.
Finally, he lifted his head. “Good enough for you?”
She laughed, breathless, and dropped back to rest on her elbows, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Good enough? I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
It was Alex’s turn to laugh. “I’ll count it as a job well done, then.”
“You’re going to have to carry me.”
His eyebrows lifted. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”
“You’re a gentleman. I can see it in your eyes. And you made me come twice before you did.” She grinned confidently at him. “You’ll carry me.”
Alex shook his head, but she’d already won and she knew it. He pulled out carefully, tossing the condom in the trash, and then gathered her into his arms. Her own wrapped around his neck.
“You’re still wearing your socks,” she observed as he carried her through to the living room, ignoring the clothes they’d left piled on the floor. One of the staff would clean them up. Ordinarily, he didn’t like leaving things laying around unnecessarily, but he doubted they were going to complain about having to tidy away a few items of clothing. Well… maybe the underwear. They would survive it.
“Is there something wrong with wearing socks?”
Laura shook her head, her smile amused. “There is if you’re not wearing anything else. There especially is if you’re attempting to be sexy and all you’re wearing is socks. I’ll give you a pass on it this time, since we were in the kitchen, but you’d better take them off for round two.”
“Round two? You’re a very confident woman.”
“I have reason to be.”
Up the spiral staircase, and then Alex dropped her onto the mattress, where she lay looking up at him with her auburn hair falling around her on the pillow.
She pointed at his feet. “Socks off.”
Alex reached down and removed them. He heard her unbuckling her shoes and the faint thump as they hit the floor beside the bed.
When he straightened, Laura crooked a finger at him, letting her legs fall open. Alex felt warmth pool in his stomach. Her confidence, it seemed, hadn’t been misplaced. He crawled up onto the bed and, to the sound of her delighted laughter, started all over again.
Chapter 4
Alex woke to sunlight falling across his face and a warm body wrapped up in his arms. For a moment, he simply lay there, enjoying the quiet of the morning. There was work to do, but it could be done later. He had a few hours to just enjoy himself. Then he remembered that today was Saturday, and Mark was getting married. The pleasant, relaxed warmth ebbed away.
He wondered what Mark had told his new bride about the brother who wouldn’t be attending the wedding. Was he talking about how selfish Alex was? How he never came to family