The Perfect Plans Series [Box Set] (19 page)

“Alex, I can’t put you out like that,” I attempt to rinse the invitation of its sudden Sugar Daddy vibe.

“It’s no trouble at all. In fact, I like the idea of having you to myself twenty-four hours a day, if only for a week,” he smiles, as though trying to persuade me.

That smile could make me do just about anything—most notably, lose grip on reality itself as I stare dumbfounded into his gorgeous face.

I would love nothing more than to spend the week here with him. The thought of it alone elicits an overload of sensations, particularly between my legs. However my heart is most certainly feeling the attack as well—palpitations from the shock of the incredible invitation with an added burning reminder that his effect on me is not healthy. “I don’t know,” I reply, trying to imagine what a week alone with him would do to me—mentally
and
physically.

“I want you with me. I want you here,” he states, hitching my breath.

How does he do that? Halt my heart with one sentence. Yet another token of my unhealthy need for him. Biting my lip, I avoid his gorgeous gaze, rimming the top of my glass.

“Please.” Temptingly, he flashes his mega-watt smile to retrieve my attention until I can no longer avoid its lure.

“Okay,” I finally manage, smiling at his sexy persistence, despite the added sting that even my peripheral vision is no match against his charms.

Is this really happening? This is unreal.

Best . . . day . . . EVER!

“Good. Then we’re agreed,” his tone is light and carefree as though it’s no big deal.

Looking into his stunning face, I’m simply shell-shocked. It’s a big deal to me. I get to look at this face every morning, every night, for an entire week.
Holy crow.

Taking in my expression, Alex dons that sexy as hell, smug smirk—the one he gets when I’ve conceded to his bidding. The same smug smirk I usually catch a glimpse of when I’ve fallen apart in his arms at his sexy command.

“Have dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure,” I smile, a little too widely.
I’ll just throw my things in the suitcase in the morning, screw it.
“Where would you like to go?”

“I was thinking we could order in. I have many lascivious plans for you this evening, Miss Ryan.”

“Is that right?” I ask playfully, his suggestive comment instantly causing my insides to stir, despite my very recent orgasms. I’m suddenly filled with visions of having him in my mouth, the memory of his taste making me salivate.

Officially addicted to this man, I’m a raging pool of need at his feet.
You’re not the only one with plans, Mr. Tate,
I think to myself, devilishly conjuring up the many lascivious things I’d like to do to him in return.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he licks his lips.

Lord . . . this man will be the death of me.

“I’VE CLEARED A section of the closet for you, and also emptied the top drawer,” Alex smiles, laying my suitcases down.

“Thank you.” I’m dumbfounded that I now have a place in his dresser, as well as in his bed—however temporarily.

This situation couldn’t be any more surreal. And as exciting as it is, I do worry that I’ll be infringing on his private space and time. Perhaps increase the likelihood of him getting sick of me more quickly, and discarding me for the next treat of the week. I may be signing my own death certificate with this decision, emotionally at least—
although, possibly physically,
I ponder, glancing towards the bed.

“I truly appreciate this. I can’t thank you enough,” I manage, my heightened nerves having skyrocketed.

Walking to me, he rubs my arms gently. “Please stop thanking me. It’s truly my pleasure. Would you like me to help you unpack?” he asks teasingly.

“No, no. I can manage,” I answer, his playful tone registering a little too late in my overwhelmed state.

“Okay. Anything you need, you just let me know.”

“Thank you. I will.”

“There you go thanking me again,” he laughs. “Why don’t I make us some lunch while you unpack? You can meet me downstairs when you’re all done.”

“Sounds good.” Still bewildered, my eyes trace his departure.

Lost in my surreal reverie, I take my time unpacking. I place my underwear, t-shirts and comfy clothes in
my
drawer, before hanging up my new work suits, skirts and blouses in the closet. To see Alex’s clothes hung neatly next to mine is unbelievable. This feels domesticated. I slide my hands along his hanging suit jackets and dress shirts, smiling wide from ear to ear.

“HEY, BEAUTIFUL. ALL done?” Alex smiles warmly, cutting a sandwich in half.

“Yup. All unpacked.”

“I’m glad. This is your home for the week. I want you to feel comfortable here,” he walks towards me, setting our plates on the island. “Take a seat,” he offers, waiting gentlemanly before joining me.

Sitting with him, my essentials unpacked in his room, eating lunch together in his home, brings all of the incredibility crashing back. What would it be like to live permanently with Alex? What a ridiculous thought to have at this moment. I’m at T-minus two minutes and I’m imagining permanency.
Get a grip.

Realty-check aside, I plan to spend my week here enjoying him. Appreciating him. Not just with words, but with actions.
Ideally racy actions
—my inner dreamer adds, the notion conjuring all of the racy actions I’d like to do to him right now.

Through accelerated breaths I attempt to finish my sandwich as the path of my thoughts reverberates through my system, oozing uncontrollably from every pore.

Alex’s raised eyebrow suggests he’s feeling the shockwave of desire I’m emitting. I stare unabashedly towards him through each bite, watching his knowing eyes glaze over with lust.

Pushing back his stool to stand, he takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling me up. I follow him willingly towards the stairs—I would follow this man anywhere, I realize. Particularly right now, if it’s to assuage this yearning I have for him.

Releasing my hand as we enter the bedroom, he leans back against the doorframe. His stare is intense, weakening my knees in their flash of desire—the magnetic pull between us, stretching and churning.

Walking predatorily in my direction, he stops before me, lowering his head slowly to capture my mouth. His kiss is heartwarmingly soft as he cups my jaw in his hands, tilting my head slightly to deepen it.

I’m lost in him, completely swept up in him and his ability to render me speechless. I absolutely love that he makes me lose all thought with his kisses, all my insecurities of being here completely obliterated once more, every kiss feeling like the first.

He walks me backwards towards the bed, through the embrace of our lips and tongues. Pulling away, he lifts me gently, searching my eyes before laying me down softly on the bed. I reach for him in unspoken need, his body molding over me as he seeks my lips for another passionate kiss.

I love that this man wants me as much as he does. That he needs me as much as I need him. It’s a visceral feeling. We’re enthralled in each other, in the sensations of our kisses as our coming together imparts.

Feeling his hardened erection pushing against me, I moan into his kiss, sliding my legs along his length. My desire and need clear in my pursuit to speed things up.

It’s all for naught, as he takes his sweet time, gently nipping along my jaw and down my neck. I remain still, taking my cues from him as he proceeds to undress me in slow measures. Peeling my shirt up and over my head, he rains gentle kisses along my stomach before worshipping my breasts through the thin layer of my white lacy bra.

“I don’t want anything between us,” he whispers, slowly removing every layer of my clothing, my overheated skin relishing the air-conditioned airflow of the room.

Leaning forward, I assist in the removal of his shirt, pulling it up along his tight stomach, up and over his strong arms. It’s like unwrapping the most cherished and wanted present.

Lost in our silent fantasy, he stares lovingly into my eyes as we unfasten and remove his pants, dropping them and his boxers to the floor. Completely naked, nothing between us, as he had said.

The anticipation of feeling him on me, in me, overtakes my body and I shudder in his arms, his position resumed atop me. His strength and weight above me feels absolutely delicious, warming my blood with desire.

In unspoken understanding, our undeniable mutual need declares the undressing experience as foreplay enough. My silent pleas signaling I’m more than ready to welcome him inside me. He spreads my legs with a gentle push of his knee.

With slow, measured movement, he slides his cock through my folds before leisurely plunging deep inside. The gentle thrust into my needy core elicits a moan from my mouth, captured by his unwavering stare.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. You feel so good. So tight,” he whispers, pulling his hardness all the way out, before pushing back in slowly.

I pull his face down to mine to devour his mouth, sliding my tongue along his, gently nipping his lower lip. I’m lost to the sensations of his steady, measured rhythm, the slow sensual glides of his hardened length in and out, as though he’s got all the time in the world. And I suppose we do. An entire week, in fact. If this is what I have to look forward to for the next seven days, my hesitance at his invitation seems baffling. I could take a lifetime of this.

Maintaining his languid strokes, he slides his hand down my body, pushing it between us to gently brush my clit, skating his thumb along the bundle of nerves in succession with his thrusts. He’s driving me wild. Pushing me over the edge.

I quake in his arms, screaming in release, my sex pulsating and tightening around his cock. Pulling my lips from his, I scream, “Alex!”

Slowing the gentle glides of his fingers on my sensitized clit, he pulls his hand away, entwining his fingers in mine, our hands held firmly as he drives into me with his final thrusts. Our mesmerized gaze locked as he whispers my name, before coming deep inside.

LYING NEXT TO Alex in his darkened room, sleep evades me, listening to his steady breaths, relishing in his masculine scent. Though it’s been less than a day since I arrived, it’s incredible how comfortable I feel here. How easily he has made it for me to feel at home. I’m enthralled with the sense of domesticated bliss I find myself in.

I lightly slide my fingers along his arm, leisurely wrapped around my waist. The moonlight highlights his beautiful, boyish face in his serene slumber as I admire every perfect detail.

Who would have thought that living with Alex would be such a wonderful, and real-life experience?
I think to myself, before succumbing to a sleep filled with peaceful painted dreams.