Jesus Christ. I'm so sensitive.
So responsive.
So goddamn perfect in his hands.
He presses his forehead to mine, panting against my lips, kissing me again...slow, then harsh like he can't decide if he wants to savor me or ruin me.
My fingers curl in his hair, with my thighs press together. Anything.... God anything to relieve the pressure inside me.
Mh breathing is a shaky, broken mess.
He's so close to losing it completely.
So close to dragging her deeper into the shadows of the balcony and taking that sinfully sexy dress off her with his teeth, to fully sink into her cunt and....
"Boss?"
The voice slices through the air like a blade.
Alex freezes.
I still have my hands on him, my chest rising and falling against his, my lips kiss-swollen and parted.
"Boss? Are you out here?"
It's one of the guards. Too goddamn close.
Alex pulls back an inch…..just one...but it feels like tearing himself away from something addictive. His jaw clenches hard enough to crack.
