Page 69 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Her voice grew breathier as she pressed on, the line between fiction and reality beginning to blur. The electric tension between them was palpable, her body tingling. The words she was reading felt as though they were being acted out right there, on the couch, in their intimate bubble.

His fingers grazed the underside of her breasts, making her catch her breath. "Does that feel good?" His voice was a soft growl, sending shivers down her spine.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she responded, "You know it does." She bit her lower lip, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Alex's gaze dropped to her lips before he leaned in, capturing her mouth with his in a slow, languid kiss that only heightened their shared desire.

As she returned the kiss, Leslie felt Alex's hand slide higher, his fingers gently cupping her breast through the fabric of her shirt. A gasp escaped her lips, her body arching towards him instinctively. The narrative of the book was long forgotten, the heat between them now the only story being told.

Alex pulled back, a teasing glint in his eyes. "We can't have you getting too worked up now, can we?" His fingers gave her a gentle squeeze, causing her to whimper.

Leslie shot him a defiant look, her fingers caressing the noticeable bulge in his pants. "Who says I'm the only one getting worked up?" she challenged, her voice a husky whisper.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he caught her hand, pulling it away. "Fair point.”

Leslie was lost in the whirlwind of emotions Alex was stirring within her. Her skin felt hypersensitive to his touch, each graze of his fingers sending a shiver down her spine. "You sure know how to turn a girl on, don't you?" she managed to say, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"You're not making things easy for me either," he retorted, his hand tracing up her thigh.

Leslie laughed lightly, a tinge of nervous excitement in her voice. "Isn't that the point of this game?" She reached out and placed her palm over the tattoo that was becoming her favorite—the little monkey peeking out from behind a tree—and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her fingertips.

"Oh, so it's a game now?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a devilish grin as he quickly reversed their positions, trapping her beneath him. "In that case, I hope you're ready to lose."

His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt once more, gliding over her skin and making her squirm beneath him. She let out a small gasp. "Who said anything about losing?"

The playful touches were slowly replaced with more deliberate, intimate ones. Finally, Alex leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over her ear. "This is one game I don't mind losing, Leslie," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—"

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps and girl’s loud voice broke the moment. "I need to grab a book," she yelled from outside the library.

Alex cursed and they scrambled to compose themselves, Alex grabbing a cushion to cover his obvious arousal even as he stood to unlock the library door. He came back to the sofa and sat down, cushion still in place. Even though she herself was feeling heated and now frustrated, Leslie bit back a giggle. Alex gave her a dry look but didn't comment.

When Bella came in, she looked at them suspiciously.

“Hi,” Leslie said. “I’m Leslie.”

Bella nodded. “I know,” she said, not bothering to introduce herself. “And you’re Alex. Grandma says I knew you when I was little.”

Alex nodded. “We met once. Yes.”

She stared at him then walked to the bookshelves and started perusing through the books.

Alex and Leslie exchanged a knowing look.

Teenagers.

With Bella’s back to him, Alex quickly stood and headed toward the library door. "Excuse me. I need to make a phone call," he said, offering an apologetic smile to Leslie. “But I’ll be waiting just outside, Leslie. Take your time while we wait for things to…settle.”

Leslie bit her lip to keep from laughing again.

As soon as Alex stepped out, Leslie looked at Bella, waiting to see if the girl would meet her gaze. She didn’t, but Leslie felt she knew a little bit about her already, just by looking at her. It was obvious to Leslie that the girl had an interest in fashion. Her clothes were a combination of styles and patterns that didn't quite match and were a little too loose on her slender frame, but they were bold choices that suggested a burgeoning interest in personal style.

In an attempt to engage the girl, Leslie broke the silence, her voice soft. "You have quite the eye for fashion. I see a potential designer in you."

Bella's eyes widened in surprise, before quickly narrowing as she tried to keep her cool. "Who says I want to be a designer?" she retorted defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I didn't say you wanted to," Leslie replied with a gentle smile. "I said you have an eye for it. There's a difference."

The girl looked taken aback for a moment, her hostile façade faltering.

"I'm actually a fashion designer myself," Leslie added, deciding to test the waters.