The Perfect Plans Series [Box Set] (14 page)

“Thank you. I’ll relay your sentiments to my Mum.” Coming up behind me, he engulfs me in his arms, clasping his hands at my waist. “You haven’t answered the second half of my question,” he leans his chin gently on my head. “Do you think you will still be in London?”

“Well, I’m not opposed to it,” I smugly repeat his response, grateful for the chance to tease my way out of my discomfort. Laying the rinsed dishes in the sink, I turn to face him amid his unmoving embrace, looking up to reach his gaze.

“I guess that one’s going to have to be a wait and see?” he asks, smiling.

“Well, technically the entire question begs a wait and see answer doesn’t it,” I’m rather proud of my playful note, pointing out the unknowing outcomes of our perfect plans.

“Indeed,” he nods, his dashing smile doing things deep within me. “That tall bill of yours . . . a wait and see?”

“I’m afraid you’ve run out of questions, Mr. Tate. I hope you’ve enjoyed the game.”
Well played, if I do say so myself.

“Very well played,” he leans down for a gentle kiss.
The man can read my mind.

Taking my hand, he picks up the bottle of wine and our empty glasses, leading me into a room I was unable to see from the foyer. This room is austere in comparison to the laid back family room, furnished with a soft cream couch and side chairs, with a stunning white fireplace.

Sitting down, he smiles, patting the space beside him as he leans back on the comfy-looking sofa.
That smile does crazy things to my body,
I note, taking my seat.

With the distraction of eating behind us, and the heat from having already consumed a full glass of wine, my need for this man returns with a vengeance.
The way his muscular arm rests along the back of the sofa, his legs spread, one slightly pulled up as he turns to face me; he’s simply divine.

My skin feels hot, alive, under his avid stare; my heart rate accelerating from its penetration. I’m suddenly assailed with visuals of him all over me . . . the way he kissed his way up my back, traced the outline of my tattoos . . .
the interview!
I’m dying to know about his answer. “You know, those ‘wait and see’ questions could allow for some improvisation of the game. Can I have a do-over?”

“You can have anything,” he replies in a soft, sexy tone, his luscious lips curved in a sweet smile.

“What is it about floral tattoos that you like so much?”

His head tilts back in laughter. His laugh makes me smile in wonder; he’s simply stunning to behold. “So, you did watch my interview today,” there’s a devilish gleam in his striking blue eyes.

Oh crap.
Damn wine.
“Ahhh, yeah, I did. The tail-end at least,” I confess.

Laying his glass on the coffee table, he looks at me intently, serious in expression. “Aby, I can’t say floral tattoos meant a whole lot to me until I met you.”

Oh my God.
He
was
referring to my tattoos! I’m speechless at his admission, staring at him wide eyed.

“What? Did you think I was referring to someone else’s floral tattoos?”

“Possibly . . . I don’t know,” I avert my gaze, “I just don’t understand.”

“What is it you don’t understand?”

All of this . . . Being here with you . . .
Closing my eyes, I shake my head slightly, trying to wrap my brain around everything that’s happened. “Well, can I be honest?”

“Your candor is something I find quite refreshing,” a small smirk edges his lips.

“I’m just not sure why you’re interested in me. And, I’m not fishing for some kind of compliment, I’m just being honest. I mean, you’re Alexander Tate—it’s a little unnerving,” I look down, fumbling with my fingers. “Surely you can have your pick of women . . . My average standing amongst that long line makes me question this turn of events, I guess.”

Well said, he did say he appreciates your
candid
diarrhea mouth
—my inner actress rolls her eyes. I close mine at the thought, feeling more than foolish.

Lifting my chin to meet his gaze, he slides his hand along my thigh, the heat from his touch on my bare skin sending delicious shivers through me. “For starters, you fell into my lap,” he smiles warmly. “Though I don’t necessarily believe in fate, when I first laid my eyes on you . . . I can’t quite explain it. It’s a unique feeling. I seem to have an obsession with you. You’ve thoroughly beguiled me.” Lust transforms his serious gaze, “And to reiterate, I’d prefer you didn’t label yourself with such insignificance.”

I should feel shame at the reminder, yet his ability to alleviate my insecurities with such direct authority is incredibly sexy. It’s intoxicating. My need to possess him overtakes me. I want my hands on him more than I need air to breathe, and from the desire emanating in his eyes, I know he feels it too. The
spark
is the one thing between us that I do understand. It’s undeniable, and ever present. An inescapable desire so strong, I feel we could practically combust in its wake.

Setting my glass down, I lean towards him, placing my hands on his strong chest, staring into his eyes. “You’ve beguiled me, too,” I admit, kissing him passionately.

His strong hands instantly slide around my back, pulling our bodies together. My nipples pucker against his chest, the sensation driving me wild with desire. I lace my fingers through the curls at his nape, wrenching him closer in desperation, a carnal need to devour him in our kiss.

Releasing a groan, his hold tightens, aggressively margining my small frame to rest between his wide spread legs. Our kiss is uncontrolled, frantic in our need, our tongues dueling in my haste to taste him. I need to taste
all
of him.

Leaving his lips, I kiss and lick along his jaw, stopping to slide my tongue along the sexy cleft of his chin before moving lower along his neck. I push at his collar, kissing and licking along his chest.

His scent intoxicates me. The taste of him, the feel of his masculine strength beneath my tongue unleashes a wildness within me like never before. I need to
consume
him.

Sliding to my knees on the floor, I lean over his thick thighs, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the exposed skin as I go. Undressing him feels like Christmas, and I’m overeager in my need to completely bare him.

He’s watching me, his eyes filled with hunger and anticipation. The fact that I can do this to him sparks my desire even further. I kiss along his muscular pecs, sliding my tongue over a nipple, giving it a quick kiss. His head leans back on a slight groan.

I cherish his well-formed abdomen, overloading my senses with each kiss, lick, and touch of his tight muscles, my fingers trailing down his sides to his belt buckle. So hungry in my need to taste him, to put his hard cock in my mouth, I’m wild for him. With deft fingers, I undo his pants, sliding my hands inside, enfolding them around his fully hard erection through his white boxers.

He lifts his head to look down at me at the motion, his darkened gaze narrowed in lust. “Aby,” he whispers.

Glued to his intense stare, I pull his cock from the confines of his boxers. I lean forward, running my tongue along the sensitive underside, whimpering at his succulent taste.

“Fuck . . . ” he whispers as I take him fully into my mouth, its glorious size filling it full.

Lowering my head, I take him to the back of my throat, my eyes closing as I relish in his unique flavor. I’ve never been so lost to the taste of a man. Never known such intense desire to suck cock with such necessity.

With fervor, I bob my head up and down on him, continuously, over and over, his hands sliding through my hair, gently holding my head in place. His groans of pleasure spur an increase in my attention, my speed.

“Yes. Suck me . . . just like that,” his hips undulate with my wanting mouth, a slight heightening of his hold of me.

His thickness increases, the veins throbbing under my tongue, a small guttural groan released as he spurt his come deep into my mouth. I swallow every drop of his essence, the taste heady on my tongue as I lick up and down his cock.

Pulling my mouth away from his semi-erect penis, I look up to him with big, smiling eyes.

He looks spent, his head leaning back on the sofa, his breaths labored. Loosening his grip in my hair, his body goes lax in satiation.

I can’t help how pleased I am with myself. Having the ability to make Alexander Tate lose control is quite a high. Sitting back on my knees, I smile in triumph.

Raising his head, Alex looks into my eyes, his expression so masculine and ethereal, I’m instantly aware of my own need heightened by my sensual feat. He leans forward, grasping my waist, pulling me onto the sofa, the weight of his body pressing me into the cushions.

“God, what you do to me . . . ” he mutters through clenched teeth, swooping down to take me in a fierce kiss, his sexy disclosure, and uncontrolled fervor spiking my desire further. “I need you . . . now,” his admission is an order against my lips.

“Ye-es,” I manage in my lust-filled haze.

Gliding his hand down my side, he stops at the closure of my shorts, tugging the zipper down with frantic fingers, before grabbing the waistband, pushing my thong and shorts roughly down my hips.

Eager to feel him inside me, I thrust them down my knees, flinging them to the floor with a shake of my feet.

Moving to a kneeling position on the floor before me, he spreads my legs, pulling me towards the edge of the sofa with a gentle tug.

I’m in awe at the sight of his erection, which only a moment ago was softened in satisfaction, the glistening drop of pre-cum dotting the crown making me lick my lips in remembrance of his masculine taste. How is it possible he can be ready so quickly? How is it possible I can have this effect on him?

I’m reeling inside, as he lines himself up with my soaked core. With a quick thrust, he plunges deeply inside. We moan simultaneously at the exquisiteness.

Leaning forward, he grabs my face securely in his hands, crashing his lips on mine in an abandoned kiss, swallowing my constant moans at the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of my throbbing sex.

I push up into his driving force, needing him deeper as he takes me over and over. The fact that we’re still partially clothed merely adding to the eroticism of our lovemaking.

“Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me . . . squeeze every ounce of my cum from me . . . ” his words are my undoing. He presses down hard on my clit and I plummet.

Throbbing, I pulsate around his shaft in obedience to his command. “Alex!”

“Aby,” he moans, his thrusts frantic in his need for completion. “I feel you . . . ” he whispers, emitting a guttural groan, flooding me with his semen, the sensation lengthening my orgasm, as my body wracks in uncontrolled spasms of abandon.

“GOOD MORNING, SWEET cheeks. Have anything interesting you’d like to share with me?” Stacey quips from the other end of the line.

“Peharps . . . ” I’m purposely playing coy.

“Oh, don’t give me that shit, Abs. Spill it!”

On a laugh, I fill her in on my amazing night with Alex, describing his flat, and the amazing meal he cooked for me. And through her consistent pushing, I shyly paint a picture of our spectacular sexual exploits.

“So you sucked ’em off like a golf ball through a garden hose did ‘ya? Did you gag?”

“Stace!” I feel the blush in my cheeks at the memory of his sizable member brushing the back of my throat.

“You totally gagged, you dirty slut! And I friggin’ told you he’d call, didn’t I? This is just crazy, Aby. You’re dating a Hollywood heartthrob! And he cooked you dinner at his home! Ugh . . . I have a deep rooted hatred brewing for you right now.”

I love how she makes me laugh. “I miss you, Stace. I wish you were here with me so some of your confidence would rub off. Being with Alex is amazing, but I can’t help feel as though it’s too good to be true. That he’s too good for me, and that it’s all going to come crashing down.” The past few days with him have been an absolute dream . . . Maybe too much so.

“Look, you need to stop worrying. He’s obviously
really
into you. And rightly so. You’re beautiful. And none of that ‘on the inside’ crap. On the outside where it counts,” she quips, sending us both into laughter, making me miss her more. “But seriously, why the hell wouldn’t he be interested in you? You need to just go with it. You owe it to yourself after everything you’ve been through. This is your dream
coming
true. Just see where it goes.”

Releasing a sigh, I try to digest the truth in her words.

“Well? Do ya hear what I’m sayin’? Are ya buyin’ what I’m sellin’?”

“Yes,” I laugh.

“Good. I have more awesome news to add to your day.”

“What, you’re coming back to London?” I question, excitement evident in my voice.

“No babe, I wish,” her empathy is like a warm hug. “Thomas called last night. He told me to call you—which I find confusing since he knows I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked. Anyway, he was wondering if you’re planning to start looking for work. I think he has a position to offer you.”

“Stace, you really need to get out more,” I laugh. She’s nuts.