Chapter 21

TWENTY-ONE

HUNTER

Alexandra Edwards.

How the name ignites a fire within me, one I haven’t been able to control since the moment April asked for her to stay at the house.

You’d be a fool not to know who Lex Edwards is, and despite me knowing everything about the mogul, I’d not made an effort to learn anything about his family.

Of course, I knew he was married and had daughters. I only knew the oldest was married to Will Romano, but that was it. When it comes to family, I don’t really give a shit. I barely had any of my own, and the ones who did call themselves family only wanted one thing from me.

Money.

That’s all people have wanted from me my whole life. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was five, leaving me to be raised by my grandfather. He was the patriarch of the family, and everyone knew he would leave his fortune to his only grandchild.

With a condition, of course.

He didn’t want me to be lonely, like him, so the condition was to marry someone, and the family's estate and holdings were mine.

I was given no choice.

Not when hungry thieves were waiting to get their hands on it.

Marrying Kathy was easy, she wanted money, and I had plenty of it. At the time, it didn’t bother me she had a daughter. We had an agreement: she could live in the house and do whatever the hell she wants, and I’ll keep my penthouse to live in. If the situation called for it, to keep up appearances, I did have a room in the house.

Our marriage is purely of convenience. With an unlimited Amex, Kathy has no interest in what I do with my life, just like I have no interest in hers. Spend all the money you want, just leave me the fuck alone.

It was all working fine until Alexandra Edwards came to stay.

I’d barely been staying at the house, but curiosity got the better of me, and one night I saw her come back home. Not wanting to introduce myself, I stayed behind the pillar inside the foyer and watched her creep into her room.

It was dark, so I barely caught a glimpse of her, but then April begged me to hire her.

It was against my policy to hire someone just because they needed a job. However, if there was a role available, they were welcome to apply for it like everyone else.

Meredith needed her, and Alexandra needed to prove to her she was the best person for the job.

The moment I saw her in proper lighting in the office, I was surprised to see this beautiful woman. It made no sense why she would stay in my house and work at my company if her father was one of the wealthiest men in the world.

However, Lex Edwards is also a bully.

My fascination became an obsession, one I tried to control by distancing myself and traveling to avoid seeing her in the office. I knew getting involved or even touching Alexa could have dire consequences, but she was too hard to resist.

My guard crumbled the night of Hendricks's launch party in Malibu, and I succumbed to needing to find out more. It turned out that she had no interest in discussing whatever was going on with her father. What did it matter to me? All I knew was that business dealings were happening to push my company to the number one spot in media.

Dealings that will affect Lex Edwards.

Then, it all took a turn. I’d started imagining her beneath me, the soft skin I’d noticed on the car ride home. The perky tits teasing me in the pantry.

Alexandra has this innocence about her, but what shocked me was her kink to pleasure herself in front of me. Sure, I pushed her, but she never once hesitated.

I park the car in the garage beneath the building and quickly exit to open her door. As she steps outside, I pin her against the car, desperate to taste her lips again. She tastes sweet, like candy, and something else I can’t explain.

“Hunter,” she moans in between our heated exchange. “Someone will see us here.”

My hand glides down her stomach, then between her legs. I watch her expression, the way she bites her lips so teasingly. I’m going crazy waiting, needing to be inside her now.

“I don’t care,” I grit, but she grips my hand to stop me. “Alexandra …”

“I will let you touch me,” she agrees, trying to catch her breath, “but just for a moment, then upstairs.”

She moves my hand inside her panties, and I bite on my tongue, tasting blood when my fingers brush against her clit.

“Fuck.”

Her hand reaches for my belt just to bring me in closer. My fingers glide so effortlessly, drenched in how wet she is for me right now.

“We need to go upstairs now,” she commands.

Removing my hand, I hear a slight whimper, but refusing to waste any more time, we make our way to the elevator.

I don’t hold back inside the elevator, pinning her against the mirror wall and ravaging her with kisses. When the door pings open, I quickly pull her along to the penthouse, desperate to get her naked in my bed.

I punch in the code to the door, stuffing it up because my brain is foggy.

“If I screw this up again, the alarms will go off, but I don’t care. I’m fucking you right here.”

Alexandra places her hand on mine in an effort to calm me down. “Think carefully. The next four digits will dictate how many times you’ll be fucking me tonight.”

Eight, five, one, eight.

Open.

I pull Alexandra in, no words left to be said as we walk toward my room. Inside, I bring her body in flush with mine but take a moment to stare into her eyes.

“Once we do this,” I warn her in a low voice.

She nods quietly. “I know …”

Neither one of us says the words, but we both know there is no turning back. Everything will change.

How much, I have no clue.

As we stand by the bed, I lift her dress over her head, revealing her white lace panties and matching bra. Even in the dark, the lace is see-through, showing me her nipples. Okay, control yourself.

Never in my life have I had to practice such self-control, fighting the urge to just tear it all off and bend her over.

But Alexandra is different.

My hands move on their own accord, taping behind the back of her neck and then trailing down between her beautiful tits. As I continue to tease down her body, I see the bandage peeking out from the elastic of her panties.

“This explains the charge on my credit card.” I smirk, circling around it. “Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head. “No, but it depends on how rough you are with me.”

My mouth takes hers, our tongues battling in a frenzy. “I promise you’re in good hands.”

I stop all this fussing around, removing her garments so she's naked in my bed. She’s so fucking beautiful, every curve, every inch of her. In a rush, I remove my own clothes, then carry her into the bed as I lay on top of her, careful not to rub against her bandage.

“Happy birthday,” I say in a low voice. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Her prolonged stare does something to me, the emerald in her eyes making me want to own her completely, allowing no one to touch her, ever.

“How long?” she whispers.

“Long enough to ruin me.”

A shallow sigh escapes her pink lips before she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock. The small strokes are almost enough to make me come, but I strain and hold back.

“No more waiting,” she murmurs, guiding me with her hand until my shaft is suddenly warm and wet inside her. Fuck, she’s tight.

We move in sync as I tug on her nipples, desperate to blow on every inch of her. I quickly stop when I can feel her tense beneath me, ready to come.

“On top,” I demand. “I need to see you come for me.”

Our bodies move in position, and when she’s riding me so effortlessly, I watch her come all over my cock, then follow as my body explodes from the sensation ripping through me.

“Fuck,”I groan, gripping her hips.

We both try to catch our breath, but I’m far from done. Demanding she climb off, I spread her legs in front of me and devour the sight of her pussy in front of me.

I’ve been with a lot of women, but never have I seen a woman so beautiful waiting for me to eat her out like it’s my last meal on Earth.

“Are you ready to come again?” I ask, blowing soft air on her clit.

Her head falls back into the pillow, but then, she grabs my hair and pushes my mouth onto her. I suck her clit gently, listening to her moans. When I hear her pace pick up and see her back arch, I slide two fingers inside and increase my speed.

My lips suck harder, but not for long. A long moan escapes her mouth as she clutches the pillows behind her, and again, I watch her come before me.

I’m still fucking hard, so I turn her over despite her exhaustion.

“On all fours, I need to fuck you again.”

She doesn’t argue, positioning her ass in front of me. Oh, what I would give to be inside this tight ass hole of hers.

Spreading her cheeks wide, I slide myself in, then breathe out to give myself a second to slow my body down. As I begin to move, my hands grip tight on her ass, but the temptation is too much. My thumb eases its way over her ass hole, slowly entering as she gasps and pushes back to me. She doesn’t say no, so I continue pumping into her until my muscles tighten, and my whole body shudders as I explode in her.

“Jesus, fuck,”I expel a string of profanities, unable to see straight.

It takes me moments to calm down enough so I can pull myself out. Alexandra collapses on the bed at the same time I do. With the bedsheet pulled over us, I bring her back to me and kiss her shoulder.

“Hunter, I’m on birth control,” she mumbles, followed by a sigh. “We didn’t talk about it.”

I close my eyes, annoyed I didn’t even stop to think. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t want a family or pesky kids despite my grandfather pushing me before his death to have children.

“Fuck,” I mouth again. “I’m sorry … I was—”

“It’s okay,” she reassures me. “I’m always on top of birth control since …”

She trails off, which piques my curiosity. “Since what?”

“Uh, just since high school.”

It makes sense, unlike Kathy, who had April at some ridiculous age. It’s smart to be safe.

My hand reaches around to cup her tits. As she continues to lay beside me, I listen to her soft breaths while we fall into a momentary silence.

“Stay,” I tell her.

“Tonight?”

I turn her around, wanting to kiss her lips. “Yes, tonight. I’m not done.”

A sly smile plays on her lips. “What else did you have in mind?”

“God,” I mutter, biting my lip as I grow hard again. “Everything.”

We spend the night in a constant state of euphoria. I fuck her endlessly, on all fours again, up and against the window. We shower together, careful to protect her tattoo with a waterproof bandage, but I can’t help pushing her up against the wall and then making her get on her knees to suck me off.

As the sun rises, we stumble back to bed, and I see her slowly drift off to sleep.

“Alexandra,” I whisper, careful not to startle her.

“Hmm …”

“We can’t be seen together. You do understand that?”

“Uh-huh.” She yawns. “You’re married ….”

I kiss her shoulder again, battling whether or not to tell her the truth. At least, I can tell her half the truth.

“My marriage to Kathy is not what you think.”

Alexandra opens her eyes wide, suddenly awake. She props herself up on her elbows, staring at me in curiosity.

“What do you think I think?”

“I think you think we are ordinary husband and wife. We sleep in the same bed. We fuck each other.”

“Okay … so you don’t sleep in the same bed?”

“I don’t touch her.” I lower my voice, keeping my gaze fixated on hers. “I’ve never touched her.”

“Let me get this straight. You’ve never fucked Kathy? Like ever?”

I shake my head. “Our marriage is of convenience.”

Alexandra remains quiet, lost in thought. “We don’t need to talk about it anymore, for now. You’ve said what I wanted to know.”

My fingers reach to caress her bottom lip. “There’s only one thing I want right now.”

She laughs, slapping my chest. “I think I’m broken.”

I grab the bed sheet and toss it over the side of the bed, allowing my cock to spring free.

“You may be broken,” I say with an urge in my tone. “But I am most certainly not. Now, get on all fours and suck me off. Boss’s orders.”