The Perfect Plans Series [Box Set] (28 page)

I shift backwards to undo his pants with deft fingers, pulling his engorged cock from its confines. The solid feel of him in my palm sends tingles through my pussy as I stroke up and down his shaft.

His eyes close on a guttural moan. “Crave you? I’m already there, sweetheart. I’m already there.”

Witnessing my effect on him is empowering. Thrilling. I want more.

Pushing myself up, I slide my panties to the side, aiming his cock to my waiting core. I surprise him with my instant drop, taking him all the way to the root. The fullness is overwhelming, exquisite. The pleasure escapes from my lips in a breathless cry, echoed by his husky groan.

I lift without hesitation, eager to feel the ridges of his engorged cock, rising slowly to savor the sensation. Pausing, I’m lost in exhilaration, the tip tantalizing the entrance of my core.

His grips my thighs, tempting my teasing power. I feel brazen with command. Reaching down between us, I grab his cock at the root, my essence wetting my fingers as I stroke his shaft with gentle dominance before taking him to the hilt once more.

“Fuck, Aby,” his throaty release fills me with sexual authority.

I create a rhythm above him, sliding up his cock to the crown before dropping back down.

“Jesus . . . ” his emission urges my increase in speed, wanting to continue pleasing him, needing to elicit such reactions. Every moan, every delicious squeeze of his fingers at my hips spikes my fervor as I ride him relentlessly, spurring my orgasm to an exploding peak.

I fall over the edge, screaming his name, fucking up and down on his cock.

“Fuck . . . ” his cry brings me back to earth. Wrapping his hands firmly around my waist, he swiftly flips me onto my back, pumping into my saturated core with enthusiasm.

I wrap my legs tightly around him. My control is gone, stolen in his manly dominant display as he thrusts into me over and over again. “Yes!” I scream, eagerly relenting to his sexy sudden command.

My words are his undoing. He buries his face in my neck, groaning his orgasm.

Minutes pass before he stirs, lifting his gaze to mine. I moan in contentment. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he offers the seductive smirk I’ve come to love, interrupting my sated bliss before taking me in another soul-deep kiss, my toes curling in renewed lust.

“SO, HEAVENLY HELENA is all touchy feely with
everyone?
” I inquire playfully, my head arching into the pillow in my absent-minded enjoyment of his caressing lips.

He releases a slight growl as he nuzzles my neck. “Are we back to talking about this again?”

I certainly don’t want to continue a discussion about the octopus and her previous entitlement to no-appointment-required sex with my dream man, however I’m curious about the beautiful woman and her touchy tentacles. “No. I’m just wondering. Just trying to get a little insight on the woman, I do have to work with her every day.”

“Yes, a fact that has not escaped me, I promise you.” He pulls away, shaking his head slightly. “The entire situation makes me question the notion of six degrees of separation. I think that cliché could be rather understated.”

I may have to see the woman every day—while keeping images of her all over Alex out of my subconscious . . .
ugh,
the thought makes me shiver—however, Alex is clearly haunted by the idea as well.

He’s right. What a small, and in this case, freakishly torturing world. I guess when you’re lucky enough to fall into a dream world right out of a romance novel you have to take the plot twists along with it.

And welcome shiver number two . . . an image of octa-goddess
twisted
around Alexander Tate.
Shake it off, Aby.
This is something I’m going to have to get used to.

“Well, it won’t be that bad. I’ll just avoid her as much as I can. It’s not like she and I have to become friends, or see each other outside of the work environment,” I run my fingers through his inviting curls. “You haven’t answered my question though . . . is she really that way with everyone?”

“I’m afraid so.” He looks away from my gaze momentarily.

Uh oh.
There’s that look. A familiar tightness in my chest causes a silent freeze of air in my lungs as I witness his beautiful face lace with tension.

At the halt of my fingers through his hair, he turns towards me.

“What?” looming dread fills my one-worded question.

“Do you think you could get used to seeing her outside the office once in a while?” he bites the side of his mouth.

I shake my head in slight confusion.
Are you up for a threesome?
—my inner actress smirks sarcastically. That is so not funny. I cringe, swallowing back the hint of vomit that just laced the back of my throat. “Why do you ask?” my question is a little too Mary Poppins-like in my attempt to mask the nasty thought.

“You remember we have the publicity event Wednesday night?” he takes a noticeable breath. “Helena will be there,” he winces.

Oh . . . how lovely.
How freaking lovely. Date night with touchy-tentacles.

I paste a giant fake smile on my face to hide my absolute shit-assed disappointment. All for the sake of this glorious man and his pained baby-blues piercing through me. Though, I can imagine my own eyes screaming my true thoughts silently . . .
please god of holy shit irony-laced dream world, may there PLEASE be no more beautiful women cross my path that have fucked this man.

“Okay . . . It’ll be fine. I can handle that,” I reassure him as I reassure myself, and not very well.

Enveloped in a moment of painful silence, Alex makes the first move, “Hungry?”

I purse my lips uncomfortably. “Nope.”

He mirrors my expression, possibly unconsciously. “A drink?”

“Yup.” No shit. I could’ve used one about thirty minutes ago.

Leaping up from the bed, he looks back at me briefly as he makes his way out the door.

Something about today makes me want to be hung-over tomorrow.
Make mine a double.

“THAT IS ONE sexy dress, Miss Ryan,” Alex whispers behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “It will be even more amazing
on
you,” he places a sensual kiss on my tattoo, the exhilarating feel of his lips on my bare back eliciting tingles of goose bumps.

Oh, I know it looks amazing on me,
I take in the beautiful red silk dress hung over the wardrobe door, remembering its perfect fit at the boutique. “It’s beautiful, Alex. I still can’t believe you bought it for me.”

Turning me, he lifts my chin to his gaze. “Despite your refusal to allow me to see it on you, I knew it was perfect. Just like you.”

“It was an incredibly sweet gesture, thank you,” I smile shyly. “But the beautiful shoes, and jewelry to match . . . you certainly do things full throttle, don’t you? You know how to sweep a woman off her feet.”

“I aim to please,” he takes me in a heated kiss.

“Alex Tate, if you continue to harass me like this, I’ll never finish getting ready,” I teasingly chastise him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers dangle over his sinfully gorgeous bare shoulders. I can’t resist him.

“Who says we have to arrive on time,” his whisper is husky as he pulls me tight against him, the sudden thrust of his arousal clearly evident through his grey boxers. Grabbing my ass, he pulls at my thong, teasing me with a sexual lure of his tongue along my neck. Moving down my shoulder, he bites the strap of my bra, tugging it through clenched teeth.

“We shouldn’t be late,” I remind him weakly in my heated reverie, “ . . . Julia will not be pleased.” I’m grasping at straws, throwing the bossy blonde into my diversion tactic.

“Fuck Julia,” he snaps, emitting a sexy growl as he wrenches me more firmly against him with his grasp of the bare cheeks of my ass.

I release a surrendering moan, grabbing for the curls at the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back to mine. Giving in to this man is undeniable. I couldn’t fight the desire he evokes in me if I tried.

At the chiming of the doorbell, he gnarls through our lavished kiss, releasing a pained groan as I begrudgingly pull away.

“You really should get that,” I attempt through the returned attack of his lips.

Releasing another growl at the repeated chime, he slowly relents, whispering at my mouth, “Oh what you do to me, Aby Ryan.”

I can’t resist giggling at his pouted grumbling as he snatches his trousers from the bed, begrudgingly pulling them on. Zipping the fly as he walks towards me, he places a final quick kiss on my lips, shaking his head in defiance on his way out of the room.

I watch him walk towards the stairs, the gloriously defined muscles in his back glistening in the light of the hallway.
How did I get so lucky?
I smile to myself, turning to look at my hanging dress once more.

My beautiful dress, picked out by my perfect prince. Filled with fairytale elation, I remove it from the hanger. Like Cinderella herself, it seems I have my own fairy godmother whipping up this amazing night. A real-world guardian angel set to treat my wonderful prince and I to a magical evening out.

Lucky indeed.

NEARING THE STAIRS, I hear Alex and his guest amid conversation. Noting the sound of a man’s voice, I’m suddenly relieved, the image of Alex donned solely in his black trousers flashing through my mind.

“Hi,” I announce my arrival, walking towards them from the staircase.

Alex turns to face me, revealing the guest previously blocked from view. I instantly recognize the man from the Wellington Club.

“You look beautiful,” Alex smiles, heated desire lingering in his gaze. Brushing it off with a teasingly tortured shake of his head, he clears his throat. “I’d like you to meet my best mate, the ever dashing Mr. Benedict Arnold,” his tone is sarcastically humorous as he winks at his friend.

“You can call me Ben,” the tall and equally buff man retorts. “I’m not nearly as gallant as I make out to be.” Walking towards me, he playfully slaps Alex’s bare abdomen before offering me his hand. “And yes, you’re quite a beauty, Miss Ryan,” he lifts my hand to his lips for a kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ben.” Cautiously, I pull my hand away. He’s quite the charmer.

“Nice try, dick,” Alex punches Ben’s arm teasingly.

Smiling at their camaraderie, I feel a sudden nervous tinge at my open dress, unzipped down my back. “Ummm, Alex, would you mind,” I shyly motion towards the back of my dress.

“Oh, allow me,” Ben offers with a sly grin. Instant shivers of unease run down my spine as he motions to attend to me, Alex luckily halting him mid-stride.

“Whoa, this one’s off limits, mate,” his order is firm behind his jovial smile as he lightheartedly shoves Ben aside. I feign a nervous smile, my eyes tracing Alex’s movement towards me, thankful as he reaches my open dress.

Ben turns away with a laugh, retreating towards the kitchen, his departure releasing my relieved sigh. Jovial jesting or not, his mischievous suggestive behavior jolted a somewhat distasteful pang in me. It could have been the way he looked at me when he kissed my hand. Or, very possibly my vulnerability at having my dress hanging open in the presence of a man I just met. Either way, Alex’s comment of ‘this one’s off limits’ merely added a sour flavor.
What did he mean by that?