Chapter 33

A ndrea and I are a little more organized this time. We meet early in the parking lot so she can drop her weekend bag in my car. Then, we both work late again so the building is almost empty by the time we leave.

Once we're at my place, she enthusiastically greets Iris. She's so elated when the electronic voice answers that she gives me a generous but short kiss.

"I need to put my bag in your room and then stop by your bathroom," she pragmatically explains.

"Of course. I have a bottle of French wine for tonight. Unless you'd rather have a beer?"

"Wine sounds great. Be right back." After one last peck, she practically skips to my room.

While she does whatever she needs, I prepare our evening together. I notified the company in charge of restocking my fridge, so they added a couple of trays with an assortment of finger food. One goes in the oven while the other is served cold, so I handle that.

I'm done setting everything on the table when soft music fills the space. Andrea must have asked Iris to set the mood.

She appears when I'm filling a glass of wine, and my gaze immediately locks on her dress. It's the same one she wore during the evening with Kevin and his wife. The one that invaded my dreams for days.

"I hope this one's mine," she jokes, pointing at the now very well-filled glass. I abruptly straighten the bottle up, making a bit of a mess.

I take one of the napkins to wipe it. "Sorry, I was having the most intense déjà vu."

Smirking, she sits beside me, tucking a leg under her. She's barefoot, and I wonder if she's wearing the dress and nothing else. I already know she doesn't have a bra on, but has she also dismissed the bottoms?

I'm thinking of checking it out right now so the suspense doesn't eat me up from within, when she bends forward and grabs the glasses to even them out. She hands me one and licks the rim of hers, where a crimson drop is slowly rolling down.

The innocent lick has my cock awakening.

"To a productive week," she offers as a toast, tapping our glasses.

"And to an even more productive weekend."

An irresistible grin bends her mouth as she sips on her wine. "I didn't even ask you how your sister's visit went," she says, bending to take a pig in a blanket.

"It was alright. Lucy can be very bossy and hasn't realized yet that I'm a grown man."

"Rafa often forgets that as well. Lucy is the eldest, right? Why was she here?"

"She is, yes. And she was in Seattle for a seminar. She's the head of her pediatric department, and because she's excellent at her job, she gets invited as a speaker nationwide. She rarely goes, but since I live here, she accepted."

"Where does she live?"

"She moved back to Dallas when she finished her doctorate."

"Moved back? Are you Colemans originally from Texas?" she asks, genuinely surprised.

"I was born there, yes. But then we moved to Seattle when I was around five."

"Oh, so that's why you don't have an accent at all."

"Yes. I'm the only one still living here. Emilia moved to New York, and Julia followed Lucy to Dallas a couple of years after she left. My parents are always moving around, my father especially. Miriam is mostly in Dallas but comes to Seattle a few months per year."

"Miriam?"

"My mother."

"My mom would kill me if I called her by her name," she amusedly points out.

"Mine doesn't have a maternal bone in her body, so it's only fair."

Thankfully, she doesn't insist on that and switches the topic. "Why did you guys move here?"

"My father needed to get closer to Alaska for work, and my mother refused to live there. Seattle was the best compromise they found. It was that or a divorce. In hindsight, a divorce would have been preferable for everyone."

"They don't get along?"

"Wors e. They ignore each other. For as long as I can remember, they've lived separate lives together without trying to keep up with appearances. My father has mistresses, and my mother has hobbies. The more he indulges in extramarital affairs, the more she spends on charities. The Colemans are renowned for their generosity, but it's only Miriam getting back at her husband by hitting him where it hurts the most—his wallet."

There's a moment of silence as I pensively sip on my wine. The example I grew up with convinced me that married life wasn't for me—among other reasons. I can't keep a woman happy for the rest of her life. And I was always confident no woman could ever make me happy for the rest of mine, but as I gaze down at the petite brunette by my side, I wonder if I wasn't wrong about that.

"Now, before my fucked-up family completely ruins the mood, let's switch to a much more interesting subject," I suggest, angling myself to face her better. "How did you become such a dorky nerd?"

An incredulous snort bursts out of her. "I'm not a dork!"

"I said dorky nerd. And I saw how you schooled Dakota when she thought Darth Vader and Kylo Ren were the same character."

"I'm just passionate."

"A passionate dork, then."

She accepts the teasing with a pout and brings her second leg under her to sit more comfortably. That brings her closer to me, especially since I extend my arm behind her on the backrest.

"Well, just like programming, it came from my dad," she explains. "He was an absolute geek before geeks even existed—hardcore Star Trek fan, had a computer as soon as he could afford one, loved video games… He's the one who passed it all to me. Rafa always preferred books over movies because he feels he's missing part of the experience. So, when my dad realized I was receptive to his passion, he bathed me in all that geek culture early on," she explains with an unwavering grin.

"He used to take me to this old-school arcade place whenever I came home with good grades—so nearly every week. He'd buy us twenty dollars' worth of tokens, and we'd stay there until we ran out of coins. I was crushed when they closed the place ten years ago. He also passes me his fondness for movies. Our tastes are very similar, except I love watching those terrible Hallmark Christmas movies with my mom and abuela. He also set me up with a state-of-the-art gaming computer when I was around nine and introduced me to the world of video games. When I was twelve, he opened the gates of online gaming. I got very good at Call of Duty ."

There's melancholia in her voice as she tells me all this, her eyes lost on her glass of wine. She's beyond endearing. I want to grab and kiss her, but I love learning more about her, so I refuse to sidetrack the moment.

"You don't play much anymore. What happened?"

"It was taking up too much of my time; it left no room for anything else. And sometime in middle school, I began having other preoccupations. I was gradually becoming a woman, and all my interests were boy stuff, which became an insecurity. I drifted away from my dad a bit during that period and tried to deny my true nature. But then, I overcame my insecurities in my junior year of high school and embraced my affection for nerdy stuff."

As though she realizes she's rambling, she stops herself from continuing, looking up to meet my gaze.

"Your father seems like a great person," I genuinely say.

"He really is—always so loving and affectionate. I love my mom with everything I have, but I've always been closer to my dad. He made me into the person I am, and I can never thank him enough. I think you two will—"

The words die as soon as she realizes what she's about to say. I can't blame her. The moment is so perfect, I feel so close to her, that I'd let myself get carried away too.

"He must be proud of you," I say.

"He is. He originally hoped I'd work for a big firm like Avoss." I grimace at the idea of her working for Hugh. "But when he learned I was applying for Kelex, he was ecstatic. We all knew your company thanks to Rafael, who uses several of your apps."

We talk for a while, drinking over half the bottle and eating. We naturally move closer to one another, her knees over my thigh and my arm now on her shoulders, fingers drawing delicate patterns on her skin. This moment of casual chatter and comfortable proximity is everything.

I tell her about meeting Kevin in middle school and how we've been inseparable since. She tells me about her mom, who teaches Spanish in the same high school as her dad, and I tell her more about my sisters, Emilia and Julia, who work for the Coleman empire—the former in the New York branch, and the latter at the Dallas headquarters.

Somehow, the subject becomes geeky again, and she lets her passion take over. "I can't believe you tried to pretend you weren't a bit of a dork," I note with amusement.

"Well, I don't want you to see me that way."

"Why?"

"I don't know, because… I want to be sexy or cute in your eyes. Not a nerdy and geeky dork."

I put my glass on the table before reaching for her hip to rest a hand there. Bending forward, I kiss the softness of her neck. She shivers with delight, closing her eyes and angling her head to give me better access.

"I can assure you that I find you very sexy and cute," I promise. "But as attractive and gorgeous as I find you, the image wouldn't be complete if you weren't a nerdy and geeky dork."

I continue to lazily explore her exposed skin, ripping small sighs out of her every time my wet tongue darts out to taste her. My hand on her hip adamantly pulls her closer. She moans when I take the lobe of her ear between my lips and gently suck on it.

"I wouldn't have guessed you were into nerds," she breathes out.

"I didn't know it myself. As it turns out, I'm into everything you are. I'm an Andreaphile."

The shaky breath she lets out and the way her hand on my thigh tightens remind me that words of affirmation work well on her. As well as physical touch and quality time.

I take her glass from her distracted hold and put it on the table with mine before I return to my exploration.

With a precise tug, I loosen the tie on the back of her neck and pull the fabric down to reveal her bare chest. After a lustful glance at her hardened tips, I hungrily engulf one of them between my lips, gently nipping on the soft flesh around it, rolling a skilled tongue on the puckered surface.

My hand on her hip finds its way under the hem of her dress and tentatively traces a path up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I smile around her nipple when my fingertips encounter the soft texture of lace. She did wear something under her dress…

She whispers my name when I press over her clit, and shivers when I circle it. As my fingers lower, I feel how wet she is for me. I let go of her brown tip with a groan to meet her enraptured expression.

"You drive me insane," I confess. Once her underwear is tugged to the side, I slide my fingers up her molten folds. "Sometimes when you're away, my mind drifts to you, and I often get hard at the thought of your wet and tight pussy." I slowly push two fingers inside of her, making her release a soft whimper. "I want you all the time. I want to be with you, around you, inside of you. I want to hear you laugh, talk, moan, and scream my name. I always long to see you, how you furrow your brows when you're confused, how you bite your lip when you're trying not to laugh, how you fidget when you're embarrassed…"

I hope she feels it, too, and this isn't just me. We have a connection, a strong bond tying us together. It goes beyond lust and desire.

"I feel the same," she whispers, spreadi ng her legs more.

"I don't know what you're doing to me, Andrea. It's both hell and heaven when I'm with you. I finally get to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you, but I know I'll never get enough of you, and the thought of losing you is slowly killing me."

"Lex, I'm not going anywhere."

"Really?"

"Yes… I belong only to you, baby."

An urge to be closer to her has me removing my hand and pulling her onto my lap until she's straddling me. The longing and the need in her eyes wreck me. She frames my face with tender hands, looking at me like I'm the eighth wonder.

"Say that again," I demand. My heart is seconds from exploding, but I need to hear it. "Say you're mine."

She looks torn, but not by doubt. It seems that whatever emotions are raging inside me are also overwhelming her.

"Say it, Andrea."

"I'm yours, Alexander," she whispers, claiming my lips tenderly.

Something warm blooms in my chest, so intense I can barely breathe. How? How did I ever get so fucking lucky that this woman, this stubborn, brilliant, funny, impulsive, beautiful woman is mine? She's perfection wrapped in a petite package, and she's all mine.

And I'm all hers for as long as she'll have me. My heart only beats for her anyway, my lungs breathe for her scent, and my body only craves hers. It was foolish of me to think I could be around her and not inevitably fall for her. But it's too late to do something about it now. Half of me will be ripped apart when she comes to her senses and this whole thing ends.

I love her like I never thought I could love anyone.

I t's a dangerous thing to belong to someone, but I don't care. I can't imagine anyone else making me feel the way he does. It's impossible. Lex is everything. He's become my entire world.

I'm undoubtedly, absolutely, and utterly his. My body, soul, and heart belong to this man. Regardless of how this may evolve, Alexander Coleman is part of my history now. A part of me.

While he carries me through his apartment, I cover his handsome face with ardent smooches, determined to show him how much I'm his. In this moment of abandoned passion, all my doubts are gone.

I'm in love with him.

I love Lex with everything I have, everything I am. I love his brain, his personality, his face, his spirit… And I need him like I've never needed anyone or anything.

Given his own state of devoted fervor, it seems I'm not the only one prone to some meaningful revelation. Something's happening between us. I can feel it in the air, heavy and electric, almost as if a storm looms over us, about to wreck us with its intensity. Our relationship has reached a turning point. None of it is light and breezy anymore. It isn't even near casual.

I'm so engrossed in showing him how much I love him that I don't even notice when we enter his room. It's only when he bends to sit me on the edge of his bed that I do.

I sit up, bewitched, as he impatiently removes his shirt. At the sight of his muscular torso, a happy little pulse happens in my core. With two fingers into his waistband, I pull him closer to me, desperate to taste him. My lips press themselves on the hollow crest between his abs, just above his navel. I then lay a myriad of pecks on the skin I can access while I unbuckle his belt. When I finally open his slacks, I push them down just enough to reveal more of the deep V at his hips. Impatiently, I lick up one of the hollow paths, enjoying the smoothness of his skin under my tongue, pure lust and need coursing through my veins.

With a groan, he fists a handful of my hair at the back of my head to angle my face up. Our tongues meet and battle in a feverish attempt to get more. Then, he rips himself away from me to finish what I started. His pants come down quickly, exposing his impressive erection.

As eager as he is, I unzip the side of my dress. Lex observes me with a heated gaze while I remove it and expose the fine lace of my panties to his sight.

Ah, dammit… He won't get to see how nice they look from behind. Because it would be a shame, I turn around and innocently crawl on all fours to the middle of the bed.

"Fucking hell," he mumbles.

Before I can rejoice in a well-accomplished mission, his hand catches my ankle and drags me back toward him. My protest turns into a giggling squeal as he impatiently flips me around. He graces me with a desperate kiss before feverishly pecking his way down my stomach and practically ripping my underwear off.

Like a starving man, he kneels before the bed and passes his muscular shoulders between my legs. My hips buck at the electric-like touch of his tongue on my clit. I let out a desperate whimper, tangling my fingers in his silky dark hair.

His mouth is merciless, flicking intensely, his lips sucking on the swollen bud. He doesn't want to make it last, nor is he aiming to drive me crazy. His goal is to make me come. He wants to be inside of me but still needs me to orgasm before that.

Desperate to hold on to him, I let go of his hair and seek his hands. While his skillful ministrations never stop, he releases my thighs, and we interlace our fingers together. It anchors me to reality, to him, and I bask in the bond we share.

Our hands locked together, I hold onto him, looking down to meet his eyes as he feasts on my throbbing intimacy. My grip is tight, but he doesn't seem to mind. He grows more intense with each moan, cry, or jolt from me.

Utterly silent and unmoving for a few seconds, I plunge into ecstasy, the pleasure so great I can't do anything but endure it. Still keeping our hands intertwined, he secures my hips between his forearms to contain my jolts. He draws out my orgasm, and when I try to wriggle away or free my hands, he prevents it, tightening his hold on me. I'm as powerless as he's inflexible.

Then, when the last shiver has run its course, he frees me, wipes his lower face on the bedding, and helps me up the mattress. In seconds, he's taking his position over me, hooking one of my legs into his arm while I lift the other one high on his side. When he demands it, I kiss him back fervently, aroused by my taste on his tongue.

He's so hard that he doesn't need his hand to press his swollen head onto my sleek opening. One vigorous thrust later, he's planted into me, my walls stretched around the sudden intrusion.

"You're mine, Andrea," he grunts, adjusting his hips to reach even deeper.

"Yes … I'm yours."

He backs up until only the tip is in me and then rams in, wrecking me with how good it is. In this position, he reaches further than ever before, his head meeting my cervix. It's almost painful, but I don't mind. I want all of it, so I urge him closer with a hand while the other pulls him in for a needy kiss.

With our bodies angled like this, I can easily peek at the spot where we join. I suddenly crave to see him possessing me and the source of our lovemaking, so I rip my lips away from his and stare down. Lex does the same, and with our foreheads pressed together, we watch as he pumps in and out of me. The vision is mesmerizing. His thick and long shaft is coated with my wetness as it appears and disappears between us. I feel deliciously full whenever his trimmed hai r meets my dampened curls.

Lex changes his movements and gifts me with very long, very slow thrusts, allowing me to peek at his full length before plunging it entirely into my tightness again. Shit, how is it even possible for me to take all that? It almost looks like a magic trick.

"You feel so good, Andrea," he rasps, rolling his hips in a way that has my walls spasming around him. "I've never—It's never been—" He stumbles on the words, apparently not finding one strong enough to describe his feelings.

But I understand him because I feel exactly the same way.

Instead of expressing it with words, he decides to show it. He lets go of my leg and firmly holds my hips before straightening up to sit on the bed with me straddling him.

He adjusts his legs under me, spreading his knees to allow me to sink lower onto him, and I move mine to rest on each side of his hips. Our faces are almost aligned in this position, and I hook my arms over his neck to draw him in for a kiss. With his large hands clasping my behind, he encourages me to undulate.

I follow his guidance and use his support to rock my hips back and forth into him. This position is incredible. The whole front of my intimacy rubs over the base of him when I take him whole, marvelously stimulating my sensitive bud. Like this, I can control the depth, angle, and intensity, which is insanely good. With each oscillation of my hips, my nipples graze the hair on his chest, adding to all the other stimulations.

Once I get the hang of it and can handle it alone, Lex caresses my back, igniting shivers of delight under my skin.

When I look at him again, he's staring at me with mixed emotions that shatter me. He seems almost lost, dismayed by what's happening. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, his eyes gliding over my features intensely. I can almost believe he loves me back when he looks at me like that, with so much longing and passion.

I keep my languid momentum up, our crotches meeting over and over, and lay tender kisses on his face, giving him every ounce of the love he deserves. He lets out a hoarse moan when I kiss the side of his throat, and his hold around me tightens.

Gradually, I swing my hips faster, and he helps me with the tiring effort, clasping my ass. I'm shamelessly grinding on his lap, impaling myself on his length, rubbing the sensitive front of my core on the stiff muscles of his lower abdomen, seeking my release with palpable yearning. Pleasure is quick to build up, our sweaty fronts gliding together, our lips meeting and separating, our arms clutching each other intently.

My soft cries meet each of his raspy moans, the tension between my legs so powerful my thighs tremble. With the intense way he stares back, I can see many things pass through his mind. His emotions are undergoing the same turmoil as mine, too strong to fight and too staggering to ignore.

Fuck, how I love him…

I have to tell him. He needs to know.

"Lex, I—"

But the words aren't coming. I'm lost too far into passion, too devastated by it to form that simple sentence. I whimper with annoyance, keeping up with the harsh cadence of my undulations.

"I know," he answers, seeking my lips for a second. "Me too."

Me too …

His declaration, whatever it means, breaks the dam. I cry out his name, holding onto him with all my strength. I shudder in his arms, ravaged by my orgasm, while he keeps lifting me up and down on his erection, chasing his own deliverance. It adds to my climax and makes my eyes water from the overwhelming sensations. Within seconds, he muffles a roar on the skin of my shoulder, keeping me down on him with a bruising hold as he comes deep inside me.

We remain like this for a long moment, holding onto each other with our intertwined limbs, our ragged breathing gradually calming down. I could stay in his embrace forever, his shaft softening in me, his warm breath caressing my chest, the faint, masculine smell of his sweat filling my nostrils… But my legs eventually grow numb, so I have to move, dislodging his soft length from within me. Before withdrawing from him, I give him a light kiss, enjoying how bewildered he seems.

I move just enough to drop on the soft duvet of his bed, entirely spent. Lex joins me, lying against my side, seemingly as drained as I am.

"That was…" I start, not sure how to even voice it. The connection I felt to him was so intense, so perfect…

"Yes, it was."

His profile offers a lovely view as I admire the straight line of his nose, the grain of his stubble, and the thick arch of his eyebrows. He then twists his face toward me, giving me a genuine and cheerful smirk.

"You're a very gifted dork."

"A passionate one."

When the air on my sweaty skin makes me shiver, I crawl under the duvet. Lex joins me there and then rolls to get on top of me. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, have mercy on me…

But he grabs his phone on the nightstand instead, opens the drawer, and digs out a pair of glasses from it. "I'll need more than finger food if I want to keep up with you, Walker," he explains.

My jaw drops slightly when he puts his glass es on. These are very different from the ones he usually wears—rounder and thicker. He looks even nerdier. Fuck… How can someone look so insanely hot and adorably cute at the same time?

Lex notices my bewilderment. "What?"

"I like your glasses."

"They are old prescriptions that still work."

"I always wondered what you need them for."

"Hypermetropia. It's not too bad, but it can become straining, especially since I stare at screens all day. That's also why there's a blue-block filter on them."

"Ah, finally… A physical flaw," I tease, giving his broad chest a tender graze to compensate for the jab. "But you look very, very sexy with glasses on, so definitely not a loss."

He shakes his head with a grin and returns his attention to his phone. For the next ten minutes, we scroll through UberEATS to find what we'll order. I'm craving Thai, but he wants Greek, so we compromise and order Thai.

Once done, he rolls over me again to settle his phone back on the nightstand. His glasses remain on, though, and I know exactly why. That cunning little…

When he stays right there and doesn't lie back next to me, I understand what he plans on doing until the food gets here in twenty-five minutes.

"There isn't enough time," I argue with a charmed grin. He drops on the mattress with a groan, resigned.

There isn't time for sex, but we have other options. I'm suddenly too famished to wait, but thankfully, my first course is right here. A sensual sigh escapes him as I trail my tongue and lips down his half-raised shaft, grabbing it gently. My mouth is already salivating, and I can't wait to make him come like this.

When he starts to remove his glasses, I shake my head. "Keep them on," I order right before I kiss the swollen head of his dick.

Can this weekend just last forever?