Page 49 of Mile High Baby

“I’m still your friend’s daughter.”

He studied me for a moment. “Do you feel it? This... pull? If I wasn’t an asshole, wouldn’t you want to indulge it?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“What if we did that? We indulged it... burned it out, but made sure that Henry never, ever found out. No one can find out.”

“I’ll be your dirty little secret?” I supposed I should have been offended by that, and yet there was some titillation. Perhaps it was that adventurousness in me that he'd mentioned.

“It’s not like that, Victoria. I don’t see this as sordid. It’s more than that.”

“More?”

He shifted uncomfortably in what I assumed was concern about my thinking more meant way more. But it couldn’t. Not if no one, especially my father, couldn’t know. Truth be told, I wouldn’t want my father to know. First, I wouldn’t want to come between him and Alex, and second, I was sure he’d see me differently if he knew, and I didn’t want that either.

“I respect you, Victoria. I don’t want to hurt you but—”

“I get it. I don’t want my father to know either.”

We stared at each other for a long moment.

Finally, I shrugged. “We have about three more days until my dad is home.”

Like on the terrace, Alex’s lips and hands were on me so fast. I gave in to it, knowing I was as helpless to this attraction as he seemed to be.

“This time, we have a bed,” I said.

His pale blue eyes shone with wickedness that made my blood flow molten hot. “Let’s take advantage of that. Get naked, Victoria. I’m going to discover every inch of your luscious body.”

Luscious body. I loved that. I stripped and stood before him, for the first time feeling self-conscious.

“Fucking Christ, you’re beautiful.” His expression, his eyes, the way they shone with admiration and awe, did more for my ego than his words. “Lie down and let me make you feel so good.”

Was it weird that I was going to have sex in my grandfather’s old room? Yep. That was until Alex’s hands and lips were on me again. He wasn’t joking when he said he was going to discover every inch. From my neck to my breasts, down to my belly, skipping my pussy as he sucked on my inner thigh, likely leaving a mark, and down to my ankles. I never knew I had an erotic spot there. By the time he was back up to my pussy, I was a quivering mess. With one flick of his tongue over my clit, I was flying.

“You taste delicious, Victoria,” he said as he lapped up my essence. “More.” He feasted on my pussy until I was coming again, and again.

“Alex...” I needed a moment to catch my breath.

“Ready for my cock?”

Okay, so maybe I didn’t need a breather because I absolutely needed his cock. I pushed him back.

“My turn.” I straddled his thighs and dragged my hands down his chest. He was hard, the lines of his chest and abs making me drool. I licked a nipple, loving how he hissed. I moved lower, lower.

“I won’t last long,” he warned as I eyed his dick, hard, thick, standing up as if it was presenting itself to me.

“Long or short, I don’t care.” I licked a pearl of precum off his tip. His dick twitched. I took it in hand and sucked it hard.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hips bucking up.

I decided to give as good as I got. I licked, sucked and stroked until he was chanting obscenities. Just before I thought he might come, I stopped.

“Jesus, fuck... I’m there.”

I maneuvered over him, resting my hands on his chest. “Come inside me.” I swear his eyes rolled back into his head.

I slid down over him, savoring how thick and hard he was. How deeply he filled me.