Victoria comes out to check on us and is pleased to see our empty plates. “How was it?” she asks.
“Delectable,” I say, though my gaze is pinned to the cupid’s bow of Alexis’ lips.
“Can I bring you anything else?”
“No.” I drag my eyes to Victoria’s. “Please ensure that we are not disturbed for at least another half an hour.”
Victoria nods and leaves.
Alexis cocks an inquisitive brow. “What was that about?”
I stand up, draining the last of my champagne. “I’ve had enough business and morality chat for the evening,” I explain. “I rather think I’m ready for dessert.”
“What’s for dessert?” Alexis’ lip turns slightly at the corner, and her eyes hold mine.
I walk over and offer her my hand. She takes it, and I lift her to her feet, sliding a hand around her waist. “You are.”
I hoist Alexis onto the table, and her glass goes tumbling off. It shatters against the stone patio, and Alexis giggles. “Careful.”
I lean down, shaking my head, and whisper just before our lips meet, “Never.”
The kiss is everything a good dessert should be—sweet, rich, and utterly addictive. I devour her bit by bit, our tongues and lips locked in a passionate dance. My hands move up her back under her shirt, and her skin is warm against my palm. She tosses the blanket off her shoulders, and it lands on the table behind her.
I wedge my hips between her legs. My cock hardens more and more with every second, and I grind into her as I deepen the kiss. Alexis moans.
“Someone might see us,” she says.
She is right that we are completely exposed out here. Anyone could walk past the French doors and see us locked in our amorous embrace. Likewise, if one of the guards were to walk through the garden on his rounds…
But I’m not worried. Victoria has worked for me long enough that she knows if I say we are not to be disturbed, we are not to be disturbed. She will warn the guards to keep clear, and they would not dare disobey my instructions.
“Shh,” I murmur against her mouth. “Nobody will see us.”
I press gently on Alexis’ shoulder, guiding her back onto the table, and bend over to trail kisses and nibbles down her throat and shoulder. The heater is warm on my back, but the slight chill in the air has caused gooseflesh to rise on Alexis’ skin.
My cock throbs insistently in my pants. I lift Alexis’ skirt and tug down the tights underneath, tossing them to the ground amongst the splinters of glass.
“You’re insatiable,” Alexis says with a small smile.
“You’re delectable,” I counter. “You make it very hard not to want you.”
She chuckles, but I silence her with a passionate kiss. I slide a hand between our bodies, rubbing her pussy through her panties. She’s hot and wet. The sensation sends a bolt of electric need through my balls.
I slip my tongue inside her mouth at the same time as I glide my hand under her panties and press a finger inside of her. My tongue and finger start a languid, synchronized exploration of her body, and Alexis’ hands grip at the front of my shirt as she moans in delight. I love the feel of her silky heat, love knowing that it won’t be long before my cock replaces my finger.
“I love the way you feel,” I tell her as I start to rub my thumb over her clit. I remove my finger and suck it between my lips as I hold her gaze. “And fuck do I love the way you taste.”
Alexis swears under her breath. Her cheeks are pink with arousal, lips parted. She drags me back down for a rough kiss, and I press her body into the table with mine.
We fight to consume each other. Lips and teeth and tongues and scraping nails and squeezing fingers. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, shoving her panties aside so I can sink deep inside of her. Her body welcomes me with a familiar squeeze, and just feeling how tight she is makes me grit my teeth with pleasure.
We do not break our passionate kiss as I start to thrust inside of her. Alexis wraps her legs around my hips to guide me deeper, and I continue my rough exploration of her mouth with my tongue. The table squeaks back and forth, and the other champagne glass tips over and smashes against the ground. I don’t care. My thoughts are entirely devoted to Alexis, to the sensation of liquid pleasure surging through me, to the tightness growing in my balls.
I hike Alexis’ legs up further and drive into her over and over again. I’m getting close, but I need to feel her climax first. I love the way her muscles squeeze me, love the way her eyes glaze over and she goes completely blank as she lets the ecstasy consume her. Making Alexis come is the absolute fucking highlight of my day.
“Oh God!” she cries. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
Alexis’ body clamps down on me as she orgasms.
Fuck, yes.
I keep driving into her, her body pulling me deeper, urging me to release. Alexis’ head falls back against the table, lips slightly parted, the faintest shadow of a smile on her lips. I don’t know why, but just seeing her like that is what undoes me. She’s so effortlessly sexy. She doesn’t even know it.
I come hard, body shaking, and lean over Alexis with my hands framing her head on the table. She smiles up at me—a full smile this time.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says.
I laugh. “Anytime.”
“You know…” She lifts a finger and runs it along my jaw. A shiver dances down my spine. “I’m still pretty hungry.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nods. “Ravenous, actually.”
I lick my lip and grin. “That simply will not do,” I say, and I lift her into my arms. “Let’s get you to the bedroom and see if we can find something to fill you up.”
22
Gabriel
I look over at Alexis, admiring her long, swan-like neck and the animation on her face as she discusses her work with Grace VanKemp. Her eyes are bright, as though lit from the inside, and I can tell she really cares about the Bellucci Inc. charities. I have always looked after my own, but Alexis wants to help anyone who needs it, regardless of where their loyalties lie. Or if they even have loyalties at all.
“The system still needs a few tweaks,” I tune in to hear Alexis say. She ribs me playfully in the side. “Gabriel had a little too much on his plate before to be able to devote a lot of time to the charities. Now that I’m in charge, I get to clear the cobwebs off and really use our funding to take our initiatives to the next level.”
“That’s wonderful,” Grace says. “And don’t you two make the most beautiful couple?”
Alexis’ smile turns tense. I have to suppress a laugh, and cough into my elbow to do so.
“Would you excuse us?” I say, guiding Alexis away by the elbow.
Her smile slips away the second Grace is no longer in earshot. “Why is it that the only thing anybody at this stupid party seems to care about is how good we look together? Thank God the baby bump isn’t visible yet. They’d have a field day with that.”
“Come on, let’s dance,” I say, pulling her toward the dance floor.
She frowns but relents, and I pull her close and start to move in easy steps to the brass band’s lilting melody. I lean in and inhale her delectable scent, jasmine and honeysuckle. I brush my lips over the shell of her ear.