Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set (5 page)

“It’s getting late. I should be getting back home.” I fought the desire to throw myself at him. He wasn’t anything like I had expected or anticipated. He made me feel special—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years.

He nodded and took the glass from me, ushering me to the door. I felt a wave of sadness as we walked down the stairs and through his door down the hall. Would I get to see him again
? Did I want to see him again?

“Before I forget,” Drake said before we caught the elevator reaching inside his suit coat. “Your belongings.” He handed me my small stack of credit cards and drivers license. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence falling as it felt as if he were trying to resist his next move.
Kiss me. Please kiss me.

He blinked his eyes and walked to the elevator to push the call button. The door immediately opened and he grabbed my hand to follow him. We stood in the silence as we lowered to the first floor. I wondered if he would come with me. Secretly, I hoped he would.

He led me out the doors to where his limo waited. As his driver opened the door, Drake stopped to kiss my hand. “It was a pleasure, Molly.” I felt the inside of my thighs tingle at the sound of my name coming from his mouth.

Fucking sexy as all hell.

“Thank you for your generosity. I had an amazing time.” I stared deep into his eyes hoping he could read me. I wanted him bad. I wanted his lips on every inch of me.

As I climbed into the limo, he never took his eyes off me as he said goodnight and shut the door. It was a disappointing end to the night, to say the least, but I knew dating the manager of the hotel I interned at would only cause problems. I knew I should care about that, but deep down I didn’t.

I sighed deeply, slamming my face into my hands.

I opened the door to my apartment, still and quiet. . Stella and Michael were already in bed for the night, which was probably for the best. I didn’t want Michael hounding me for details just yet. I stumbled into my room and changed into an oversized T-shirt. My head was too busy for me to go to sleep yet, so I went and poured myself a glass of wine.

As I slammed the refrigerator door shut, I heard a quiet knock at my door. Startled, I looked around to see if I had been hearing things.
Who the hell is at my door at this hour?

I placed the glass down on the counter and walked to the door, peering through the peephole.
Drake.
As I opened it, my eyes met his. He didn’t move. I was just about to ask if I had forgotten something again, when he suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

“Fuck the rules.” He slammed my body against the wall, kissing me passionately. I surrendered and wrapped my arms around him. His stubble brushed against my face as his lips covered mine. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist. He nudged the door shut behind us with one shoulder and started walking. I realized he had no idea where my bedroom was.

“To the right,” I said between breaths as he stumbled through the hall.

He placed me gently against the wall as he stumbled into my room. It was pitch black, but I was fully aware of all my clothes sprawled out on the bed. I had tried on six different dresses for dinner and hadn’t put anything back in my closet yet. My legs were still wrapped around his waist as his lips moved from my mouth down to my neck and collarbone.

God, he smelled incredible.

“You are so sweet.” He brushed a finger over the lace of my panties. “Christ, you taste amazing,” he moaned. His fingers tore into my black lacy panties, quickly tearing them off me in one smooth motion.

“God, Drake…
please
,” I begged. I wanted him. I couldn’t think. I just knew that I wanted him inside me now. He gripped my ass as he walked us over to the bed, placing us both down. His hand rubbed up my stomach, taking my shirt with it. I gasped as I felt him against me, ready and hard.

My heart raced and my breathing quickened as I anticipated exactly what I was about to do. I hadn’t done this in years. I hadn’t needed a man as badly as Drake before. Everything that I worried about was no longer an issue. I wanted him. He was the first man since Liam that I couldn’t control myself around.

“
Jesus
, Molly,” he growled, arching his hips into mine, feeling exactly what I do to him. A weak moan released from my lips, begging him for more with my body. I reached for his coat and pushed it down his shoulders. My hands eagerly grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I explored his body with my hands, touching every inch of his muscular torso.

He pulled back slightly to allow me to unbutton his pants. I yanked them down with his boxer shorts as far as I could and pulled him closer to me, giving him access to pull them off the rest of the way. Before throwing them to the floor, he reached in his back pocket for his wallet and dug out a condom. I was happy to see he was prepared, but I’d been on birth control for years, so I hadn’t had to think about it in so long. Dating hadn’t been a priority for years.

As I watched him slide it on, I could see the veins darkening in his arousal. I wanted him inside me.  The need was almost too much to handle.

He pulled me up against his chest and kissed the flesh of my skin, wrapping his hands around my back and unstrapping my bra. His fingers looped in the straps and slid it down my arms as his lips continued devouring every part of my neck and jaw.

He caressed my body with his large hands, teasing me, making me beg for more. “Drake, please,” I whimpered against his perfect mouth. “I need you, now.” I felt him smile as he pressed us closer together.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to taste you, feel you, make you all mine.” His voice was deep and rough. I inhaled quickly as he took my nipple into his mouth, arching my body as my hands grabbed his hair. I was soaking wet, ready for him to make me his. “Your scent, Molly. God,” he groans, his voice filled with wanton desire. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you. I’m going to go slow and enjoy every minute of you.”

His deep, heated voice had my body  in a frenzy. “
Yesyesyes
…” I moaned. His touch, his lips, his hands could send me over the edge at any moment. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. I wanted him in the worst way.

Drake lowered his body and continued kissing me below my stomach, tenderly pressing his lips to my sensitive bud. I was wet and needy, urging him deeper inside. I moaned as his fingers slid inside me. I clawed at the sheets as he drove his greedy lips against my wet slit.

“I need you...” My words breathy and needy. It was becoming unbearable. His fingers sunk deeper and harder into me while his mouth bit my lips. I was going to come at any moment. “Drake.” I wanted him deeper. I couldn’t get enough. I arched my body harder against his lips, needing him to fill me.

Just as I was close to the edge, his fingers pulled out. I groaned in protest, ready to finish the job myself, but then he squeezed my ass, bringing his mouth down on me.

His tongue was a blend of heaven and hell. Now I knew what that perfect tongue could do, and now I knew I wanted it more than anything.

My body shook and trembled as I released around his tongue, moaning his name. I came twice more before he finally came up for air.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, proudly. He feathered kisses up my thigh and to my stomach, aligning our bodies. My hips arched and he claimed me with his body.

He thrust harder, making me greedy for more. My hands pressed against the bed as I squeezed the sheets in my palms, my arousal already building.

“
Fucking hell
, Molly…” he moaned against my ear. My whole body quivered against his every move. “You feel more amazing than I could’ve ever imagined.”

“I need more of you,” I begged. “Faster.”

“You are so beautiful. I want to take my time with you.” He cupped my face and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips.

“Mm, yes…” I begged again as I ached for release. I could feel it building inside of me again, making it almost unbearable how slow he was going.

“Christ,” he moaned in my ear, building me up even more. Heaving breathing and lips colliding are the only noises in the room.

He pulled out slowly and fixated his eyes on mine as he slid back inside, deeper this time. Arching my hips to greet his, I erupted in a wild frenzy, digging my nails into his back as he released inside me.

We panted heavily as we tried to catch our breaths. He collapsed on top of me in a layer of hot sweat.

“That was incredible,” I said breathy. I haven’t had mind-blowing sex like that…
ever.

He brushed his lips up my neck and gently placed a kiss on my nose. I sprawled on top of the dresses, trying to emotionally rationalize what just happened.

Drake Stagliano. In my bed.

“Here you go,” Drake said, handing me a shirt.

I was surprised when he pulled me off the bed and pushed the sheets back. “Get in,” he demanded. I complied and got in, laying on the far side of the bed. He followed in after me, pressing his body in behind me. “You are something special, Molly,” he said genuinely with a sigh. My heart was racing again as butterflies surfaced in my stomach. I was new to this feeling.

After a moment, I had to ask.
“Why did you come back?”

“I wanted to kiss you goodnight earlier, but hesitated because I thought you would turn me down. After you left, I decided I had to go for it, so I flagged a cab and raced back here.” I could feel him smiling on my shoulder.

I fell asleep in his arms thinking about how just a few days ago, I was fighting the urge to let this man in. He wasn’t at all what I had pegged him to be. His eagerness made me feel special—and
wanted
. It was a feeling I hadn’t had in a really long time.

The next morning, I woke up to a loud banging at my bedroom door. Startled, I covered myself up with the sheets, realizing that Drake was nowhere to be found. I was confused at first, and then noticed the note on top of my vanity. I quickly dressed and opened the door to an anxious Stella waiting for me. “Sorry honey, I’ll be right out, baby.”

“Okay.” She smiled sweetly, and I went back inside to read his note.

Molly,

You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you. I have a breakfast meeting at 8 and had to run home first. I can’t wait to see you later.

—D.S.

Later?
Did we have plans for later? I smiled to myself as I thought about last night and how giddy I felt inside.

* * *

Today was a classroom day, which meant I didn’t have to be in class until ten. Most of the classroom work had been done in previous semesters, so now it was just class twice a week.

I helped Stella get ready for school and walked her to the bus stop. I had a couple hours to burn before class, so I decided to walk down to the cafe to grab a coffee and breakfast. I was messaging Michael on my way in when I bumped into a guy, causing my phone to fall out of my hands and drop to the floor.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, picking my phone up and handing it to me. It was easy to notice him—tall, muscular, and very attractive. His blonde locks accented his baby-blue, button-up shirt, and long, black slacks. He sounded so sincere that I almost felt bad.

“It’s my fault, don’t worry about it.” I took my phone from his hand, noticing my screen was cracked.
Fucking great.
I would have to run and get a new phone now.

“Travis,” he said before letting me walk away from him.

“I’m Molly. Nice to meet you, Travis.” I smiled, hoping he would let me walk around him.
Why did men always trap me?

I shoved my phone into my purse and started walking past him. “Could I have your number, Molly? I’d like to treat you to dinner seeing that I just busted your screen and all,” he asked with a sincere smile. Shit, I didn’t want to turn him down. I’ve had guys ask me out since Liam, but I always managed to get out of it by showing them my ring.
Damn, why did I take it off?

Right, because I was meeting Drake for dinner last night.

“S-sure,” I stumbled. He handed me his phone, and I quickly added my name to his contacts list. I decided to insert the last digit wrong, just in case he actually did call me. It’d be easier than rejecting him in person. “There you go, Travis.”

“Perfect, I’ll call you soon.” He took his phone back and smiled.
Doubt it.
 I walked past him to order my latté and headed back home to get ready for class.

* * *

I was completely distracted during the lecture. All I thought about was Drake, and how things had happened so suddenly. I wanted to let my guard down, to let him in, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy after avoiding it for years.

After class was finally over, I went and bought a new phone. I was anxious to hear from Drake again, but when I arrived back at my apartment and saw two-dozen red and white roses, I was in complete awe. I grabbed the note and smiled as I read it.

These flowers reminded me of how sweet you smelled last night.

I can’t wait to see you again.

—D.S.

Whoa…

“By the looks of it girl, you haven’t lost your touch,” Michael teased, waltzing into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled anyway. It was a remarkable thing; to feel like this again. I was allowing myself to feel for someone for the first time in over four years.
Four long years.

“Not sure what he means by seeing me tonight, though. I don’t even have the man’s phone number,” I pondered aloud.

“He’s Drake Stagliano, honey, he makes whatever he wants possible. I’m sure he’ll make sure you two find each other.” Michael laughed, making a face at me.

Stella was in her room playing when I walked in to ask how her day was. She stated that she pinched a boy named Bobby because he pinched her first. Well,
he
did start it after all, so I figured it was a good time to have the ‘two wrongs don’t make a right’ conversation.

After tucking Stella in for the night, I started to wonder if I would ever hear from Drake. It was still early, but since I would be at my internship again on Monday, I needed to make sure we were on the same page. I couldn’t let rumors about us start getting around, otherwise I’d jeopardize my entire internship and potential career.

I decided to indulge in a bubble bath so I wasn’t just sitting around like a typical girl waiting for a man to call. I wasn’t one of those girls, and I didn’t want that to change just because he was Drake Stagliano.

And stunning.

And amazing.

And great in bed.

As I was soaking up the bubbles listening to music, I heard a soft knock at the bathroom door. Assuming it was Michael, I told him to come in. I panicked as I saw Drake walk in, and quickly sunk deeper into the tub.

“Well, hello there.” He smirked, getting a glimpse of my naked breasts.

“Hello…wasn’t expecting
you
to walk in.” I blushed crimson, sinking deeper into the water.

“I know. Michael let me in. He said you were taking a bath, so I thought I’d see if you needed any help,” he teased, eyeing my body.

“Help? I’m sure I can manage, thank you.” I smirked.

He took his suit jacket off, placing it on the counter, and his shoes followed. He unbuttoned his cuff links, took off his shirt and pants and soon he was standing there naked. He climbed into the tub behind me and wrapped his arms around my body, holding me close.

“I missed you today,” he said, while kissing my neck. He moved his lips up to my earlobe. “This is my new favorite spot.” Jesus…he could get me aroused with the slightest touch.

“I was wondering when I’d see you.” I smiled. “And I think I like your new favorite spot.” I arched my neck, giving him better access. “Oh…before I get distracted…I don’t even have your number.”