“Do you usually work on Sundays?”
“Not usually, but one of my coworkers is out on vacation and I’m covering for them.”
Yesterday, they had spent the entire day in bed. Gazing over at the dark mark on Alana’s neck, he felt his cock jerk.
That was his mark on her, and it did something to him. It was like an animalistic triumph claiming her as his. Reaching over, he closed her computer and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. He pulled her close, bringing the warmth of her core against him.
His cock jerked at the feeling of her on top of him.
“What are you doing?” she giggled, wrapping her arms around him while staring into his eyes.
“I think we both need to relax and take the day off.”
Holy hell. He couldn’t believe he was saying this. London was a workaholic, and he played hard too. But today, he just wanted to spend time with Alana.
“What do you have in mind?”
His first thought was to pick her up and carry her back into the bedroom. They would have plenty of time for that if he had his way.
“Sailing? I have a small boat we can take out on the lake,” he suggested.
“Really? As long as I’ve lived here, I’ve never been out on the lake.”
“Then it’s settled. I’ll run over to my apartment, get dressed, and meet you back here.”
“I don’t know,” she purred, her hands sliding through his hair, sending a jolt of desire straight through him. “Last time you went to your apartment alone, a random woman showed up.”
London’s mouth dropped open in shock.
His sexy geek had jokes.
“Seriously?” he scoffed.
Grabbing her by the waist, he tickled her. Her screams pierced the air as laughter flowed out of her. She jerked and moved around, trying to free herself from his hold.
Jerking and moving around to free herself from his hold, her shirt rode up along her waist, revealing she had only a pair of panties on beneath it. His cock was fully engorged.
“Uncle!” she hollered, tears flowing down her face as she tried to catch her breath. “I was just playing!”
“You’re going to pay for that.”
He could take a good joke as well as the next man, but at the moment, he didn’t want to think of any other woman but the sexy, curvy one on his lap.
Skating his hand along her thigh, he slipped his fingers underneath her panties and pushed them to the side. Her breath caught in her throat as he parted her labia and found her swollen nub.
“London,” she whimpered.
He bit his lip, focusing on her face. She closed her eyes and moaned when he strummed her little bundle of nerves. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his bare shoulders as she gyrated against his hand.
“Do you think I’m thinking of any other woman right now?” he questioned, needing to make sure she had no doubts. The little comments she had made since they’d met had stayed in the back of his mind. She thought she knew him, but Alana had yet to reach the core of who he was.
“No.”
He dipped his finger into her pussy, finding her drenched.
“Alana, take me out of my sweats.”
Her eyes fluttered opened. There was a slightly dazed look in them, but it cleared up after she blinked several times. Reaching down, she loosened his pants and reached her small hand inside.
He groaned when her fingers wrapped around his stiff member and guided him out. They both worked his pants down to fully free him.
“Slide down on me.” He kept her panties pushed to the side, impatient to feel her surround him. Lifting up, she slid down his shaft, slowly. London’s breath caught in his throat as her warm, slick core enveloped him.
She was so damn tight.
Sweat broke out along his forehead.
Once she was seated fully, he tugged her sleeping shirt over her head and tossed it to the side.
The plans for sailing could wait.
“Ride me,” he growled. Alana’s hips rotated around in a circle, almost sending him over the edge. Fuck, he was wound up tight for her.
The sight of her pretty brown mounds swayed in front of him. He reached up and captured one of her nipples with his lips, her skin soft and sweet. His tongue rolled her beaded bud, teasing it.
“London,” she groaned, her fingers threading into his hair as she held on.
Their movements quickened. London lifted her up and down while he thrust his hips upward, forcing himself deeper.
“Fuck,” he bit out, his lips brushing against her breasts.
Their eyes connected, and London was lost in her beautiful brown orbs. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but deep inside of Alana. He didn’t want anyone else. She was perfect for him.
The sound of their lovemaking filled the air. Alana’s moans, his grunts, and their heavy breathing was all he wanted to hear. It fueled him on. Her core was magical, and he had to fight to keep from releasing too soon.
Not without Alana.
Pulling her forward, he worked her body at a different angle. She stiffened, giving in to her climax.
It was his name on her lips as she crested. He could no longer hold off and joined her, emptying himself into her.
12
Alana gasped, taking in the open waters surrounding them. “London, this is breathtaking.” His small yacht was luxurious, which did not surprise her.
London never half-assed anything.
The salon part of the boat had a galley, a television, microwave and fridge. It had plenty of seating areas, and everything needed to entertain.
London sat in the helm’s seat and operated the boat, the epitome of sexiness. He was dressed in shorts, a T-shirt, and wore a pair of dark aviator sunglasses. He looked so relaxed behind the controls of the boat.
The salon allowed them to see everything. The glass windows and sunroof were for the sunlight to enter. From her seat, she could watch the other boats sailing by.
Reaching over, he flipped a switch that opened the sunroof.
“This is amazing. Do you come out here often?” she asked.
“As much as I can. I’ve sailed to Canada, Michigan, and Pennsylvania on these waters. It’s a great way to escape.”
When they had arrived, he had given her a full tour. The lower level—or the stateroom, as he had called it—housed a bedroom, a bathroom with a shower, and even a small lounge.
Alana had to admit, she was definitely impressed. She knew he and his company were doing well, but this just proved it.
The weather was perfect, and the day was turning into a lazy Sunday.
Her thoughts went back to that morning in her living room.
The sex between them had been explosive. Something changed between them. Alana wasn’t sure what it was, but she could definitely feel it.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How you’re spoiling me.”
Smiling, he waved her over to him.
“Come learn to sail.” He patted his lap for her to sit on.
She giggled, and did as she was told. His muscular arms encircled her, guiding her hands onto the steering wheel.
“Are you sure?” She grew nervous. Somehow, she felt that driving a boat differed greatly from a car. “What if I hit something? I don’t want to damage your boat.”
“Guide the wheel. There’s nothing close enough for you to run into.”