Two days later, Lexie was awoken by a loud, insistent pounding on her apartment door. Looking over at the digital clock on her nightstand, she was displeased to see that it read 8:00 am. Groaning, she rolled out of bed in her boxers and camisole and, not concerning herself with modesty, trudged her way into the living room, heading for the door. She hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep over the past couple of nights; her mind kept obsessing over Vince, their night together, and whether she’d done the right thing with the article she’d sent her editor.
The pounding continued. Fucking persistent or what, she growled to
herself.
Unlocking the door, she swung it open, prepared to give the person
on the other side a piece of her mind. “Do you have any idea-” Her rant was cut short as her eyes caught sight of Vince, looking as sexy as sin in a finely tailored black suit, standing before her with a newspaper in his hand; his
expression and eyes unreadable.
Without so much as a hello, he brushed past her and into her apartment.
Lexie watched him, surveying her modest accommodations. “Would you like to come in?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
Vince turned and smirked at her in response. “I want you to explain this.” He took a few steps towards her, waving the paper in front of her. It was opened to her article; he’d even highlighted some parts.
Oh God, here we go. The heat rushed to her cheeks as she scurried past him and into the kitchen. “How did you find out where I live? And do you want a coffee or something since you’re here?” She busied herself with preparing the coffee maker to keep from having to meet his questioning
stare.
“I had you followed when you left the club the other day.”
Lexie’s eyes jerked up and the feelings of anger rose within her at the invasion, but she quickly pushed them down. She had recorded him, so she supposed they were more than ever. “Do you want some coffee?” she
repeated. She needed time, a moment to gather the thoughts and feelings that were swirling around inside of her.
His jaw clenched and he stalked over to her. “No, I don’t want any fucking coffee. I want an explanation of what you wrote!” He slapped the paper down on the countertop beside her with such force that it made her jump, then trapped her body against it with his. “Is. It. True. Or is it just a bunch of lies to make a good story?”
“I-I don’t… I mean…” she stammered. God, didn’t he know what he did to her? How was being so close to her, his body pressed against hers, and the smell of his cologne was clouding her thoughts? His presence was so overwhelming. She flattened her palms against his chest and made a half-
assed attempt to push him away but he refused to budge.
Vince picked up the paper once more and began to read a line he had highlighted. “He showed me pleasures I never knew existed until last night.” His eyes looked further down the page. “I found myself captivated by and eager to please him.”
Lexie remained silent, her embarrassment and her need for him growing stronger by the second. She wanted him to leave and spare her further embarrassment, but she longed for him to stay more. It was agony.
Vince continued to read. “While this article intended to expose the club and its members, and to give the readers of The Whisperer the hottest details of America’s sexiest and most powerful people, that
wasn’t what I accomplished. Instead, I managed to meet, enjoy a night with, and then hurt a man I’d admired since college. And if he’s reading this, then please believe that from the bottom of my heart… I am sorry.”
His eyes caught hers again. “I’ll ask a final time. Is this true?” he demanded. “Or was this just a way for you to sell papers?”
Tears formed in the corners of Lexie’s eyes and she shook her head. “It’s true. I’m so sorry Vince.”
Vince didn’t respond for a moment and she could almost see him processing the admission in his head. Suddenly and without warning, he slipped a hand behind her head and his mouth came crashing down onto
hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moaned against his lips and her hands fisted the lapels of his suit jacket. His mouth tasted like
spearmint as his tongue caressed hers. Good, so-so good.
The simmering fire within her was set aflame as his cock hardened against her and he slipped a hand up the inside of her camisole to palm her bare breast. She pressed herself against him as his mouth made its way down the side of her neck, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
“I’m sorry, Vince,” she gasped and she meant it with all her heart.
God, she needed him. She needed to feel his hard, naked body
against hers. She slipped her hands under his suit jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. Vince shrugged the jacket off and tossed it onto the counter.
He pulled back from her, the hungry look in his eyes sending chills through her. “Oh, I promise you will be punished for that little stunt, Lexie.”
A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through her as she wondered what her punishment would be.
As if reading her mind he shook his head and a soft smile touched his lips. “But not today.”
She squealed as he bent and scooped her up in his arms. “Which one is yours,” he asked as he approached the two-bedroom doors.
“The one on the left.”
“The last couple of days have been tedious. Just thinking of you and how you feel when I fuck you has been driving me mad. The way you
smell, the softness of your skin, the noises you make when you come. Fucking torture.”
He carried her into the tiny bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Lexie giggled as she bounced twice before she collapsed spread-eagled in the center of the tiny double bed. She scrambled to her knees and scurried over to the edge. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Grinning, he undid his tie and tossed it to the floor as he walked over to her. He then removed both cufflinks and set them on her nightstand.
“Hmmm, now I kinda like the sound of that,” she teased, looking up at him while slowly beginning to undo his shirt buttons.
He cocked a brow at her and his grin widened. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” Reaching the top button, she slipped her hands under the shirt and slid it off of his shoulders, exposing his beautifully toned torso and powerful chest. The shirt slipped down his arms and to the floor. As much
as she liked being bound and the excitement that came with the anticipation, being able to touch him and caress the fine contours of lean muscle was so much better. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his stomach,
causing a low growl to escape his lips.
“Your body is so incredible,” she whispered, her lips moving lower down his torso as her fingers undid his belt and then his pants. She pushed his pants down over his hips and they fell to the floor at his feet. He stood before her in just his boxer briefs, the head of his cock peeping out from under the waistband.
Capturing her chin, in his hand, Vince tilted her face up to capture her eyes with his. “Undress for me.”
Nodding, Lexie grabbed the hem of her camisole and slowly pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up.
“Now the boxers.” He took a step back and tugged his briefs down as he watched her remove her boxers and toss them to the floor.
She was surprised to discover that the self-consciousness she had felt the other day with him in the dungeon was now only a small flicker. His eyes, gazing appreciatively at her nude body, told her how much he desired her and she loved the feeling.
Once he was fully undressed, he pushed her back against the mattress, stretching out alongside her. His thick, eager shaft pressed against her leg and fuelled her need to have it inside her.
Vince’s fingertips grazed her bare flesh, making their way down her side. His eyes traveled casually down the length of her curvy body, following the movement of his hand as she trembled with the need for him.
“Do you have any idea how stunning you are Lexie?” he asked bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.
She didn’t answer but knew there would be a soft glow coloring her cheeks to match her hair.
He chuckled softly at her silence and bent over to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. Her breath hitched as the sweet sensations emanated from her nipple and increased the throbbing between her legs.
“My God, Vince,” she gasped threading her fingers into his short, dark hair, keeping his mouth to her chest.
“Mmmm,” he released the first nipple which had turned into a tight, long pink nub, and placed a string of kisses across her chest to capture the
second in his mouth. As his lips and tongue tortured her breasts, his hand reached its destination to settle between her legs.
She tried to fight the sweet tremors rocking through her body as she braced herself up with her elbows behind her. “I hate to break it to you, but I have no handcuffs or toys or anything of that nature here.”
Laughing, Vince lifted his mouth from her breast and then plunged two fingers deep into her moist pussy. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he began stroking the inner wall of her throbbing core. “I think we can make an exception and have some plain old vanilla sex.”
Her breath became ragged as he slowly brought her to the summit.
“There’s a lot to be said about vanilla, Vince.” Damn, he knew how to make her feel nothing short of amazing.
“Mmhmm. I tend to agree.”
To her dismay, he slipped his fingers from her quivering core and repositioned himself over her, bracing a hand on either side of her head. “Please tell me you have condoms here,” he murmured, ghosting his lips across hers.
Falling back against the mattress, Lexie reached for the nightstand drawer as he pulled her lower lip into his mouth, sucking lightly. With the drawer open, she reached blindly in, her hand feeling around for a foil packet.
“Vince,” she sighed, hooking an arm around his neck and urging his mouth lower, needing to feel his tongue dueling with hers.
Vince lowered himself onto her, taking care to brace most of his weight to keep from crushing her small frame underneath him. His cock slipped between her wet folds, teasing and enticing. Her hand searched more frantically and with a rush of excitement, she grabbed what she was searching for.
“Put it on me,” Vince ordered, pulling his lips from hers and then sitting back on his heels.
Lexie took a deep breath in, attempting to calm her raging desires. Sitting up, she peered down at his rock-hard cock; the shaft glistened with her juices and a drop of pre-cum sat at the top, begging her to lick it off.
She couldn’t resist herself; it was too enticing to ignore. Giving him a wicked smile, she lowered her mouth to his dick.