Madison
A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts.
“Room service,” Alexander announced, rising from the couch. His hand trailed deliberately up my thigh before he moved away, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake.
1 took a deep breath, composing myself as he answered the door. A server wheeled in a cart laden with covered dishes, the rich aromas making my stomach growl.
After the server departed, Alexander gestured to the dining table. “Shall we?”
I nodded, moving to take a seat. He pulled out my chair, his hands lingering on my shoulders for a moment before he sat across from me.
Alexander lifted the covers with a flourish, revealing an impressive spread. Crab cakes with a delicate
remoulade, a selection of artisanal cheeses, fresh berries, and two decadent desserts – the promised chocolate
lava cake and crème brûlée.
“Wine?” he offered, already pouring a golden liquid into crystal glasses.
“Please.” I accepted the glass, taking a small sip. The wine was crisp and expensive, with notes of apple and a hint of something floral dancing on my tongue.
“Try the crab cakes,” he suggested, placing one on my plate. His fingers brushed mine deliberately, the brief contact sending a jolt through me.
I took a bite, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue. “Mmm, that’s incredible.”
When I opened my eyes, Alexander was watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. “You make the most delicious sounds when you enjoy something,” he observed. “It reminds me of other times I’ve heard those
sounds.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’m just appreciating good food.”
“And I’m appreciating you appreciating it.” He selected a strawberry from the fruit platter, dipped it in cream, and held it out to me. “Open.”
I hesitated for a moment before parting my lips. He placed the strawberry in my mouth, his thumb lingering to catch a drop of cream at the corner of my lips. The gesture was intimate and possessive.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked the cream from his thumb.
I swallowed hard as his heated gaze lingered on my lips. The simple act of feeding me a strawberry shouldn’t feel this intimate, yet my body hummed with awareness.
“You have excellent taste,” I managed, taking another sip of wine to steady myself.
“I know exactly what I want,” he replied, his voice dropping to a velvet rumble. “And right now, what I want is to see you enjoy every bite.”
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He selected a piece of cheese, holding it between his fingers. “Open for me again.”
I parted my lips, accepting the morsel. His fingers brushed against my bottom lip, the touch deliberate and lingering.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Heat pooled low in my belly at his words. 1 chewed slowly, hyper–aware of his eyes tracking the movement of my throat as I swallowed.
“Your turn,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness as I picked up a raspberry.
Alexander’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward, capturing the berry and the tips of my fingers between his lips. His tongue swept across my fingertips, sending electricity racing up my arm.
“Delicious,” he said, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the fruit.
We continued eating, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. Alexander’s foot found mine beneath the table, his leg pressing against mine.
“You know,” he said casually, refilling my wine glass, “I’ve been thinking about that presentation you gave yesterday.”
“Oh?” I took another bite of crab cake, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his foot was now sliding up my calf.
“The way you commanded that room.” His fingers traced patterns on the tablecloth, inching toward mine. “So confident, so assured. It was fucking sexy.”
I nearly choked on my wine. “I was just doing my job.”
“You were magnificent.” His fingers captured mine, thumb stroking my palm. “Watching you take control like that made me want to bend you over the conference table the moment everyone left.”
My cheeks flamed. “Mr. Knight-
“Tell me you didn’t think about it,” he challenged, his foot now stroking my inner thigh under the table. “Tell me you didn’t imagine my hands hiking up that pencil skirt you wore.”
I bit my lip, unable to deny it. I’d definitely had thoughts along those lines.
“Your silence is very telling, Madison.” His smile was predatory. “Maybe next time we’ll stay behind after everyone leaves.”
“That would be highly unprofessional,” I said primly, even as my body betrayed me with a rush of heat between my legs.
“Says the woman who let me fuck her against my office window.” His foot pressed higher, dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. “The same woman who came around my fingers while I took a business call.”
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, shifting in my seat as his foot retreated.
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“I’m persistent,” he corrected, standing suddenly. “Dessert?”
He moved around the table, bringing the chocolate lava cake and two spoons. Instead of returning to his seat, he pulled my chair out slightly and sat on the edge of the table directly in front of me, his knees bracketing mine.
“I think we should share,” he said, cutting into the cake with a spoon. The chocolate center oozed out, rich and decadent.
He brought the spoon to my lips. I opened my mouth, accepting the dessert. The intense chocolate flavor melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.
“Fuck, the sounds you make,” he growled, his free hand landing on my thigh. “Do you have any idea what they do to me?”
His fingers slid higher, bunching the fabric of my dress. I should have stopped him. We were still at the dinner table, for god’s sake. But my body had other ideas, my legs parting slightly in silent invitation.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, taking a bite of cake for himself. “I barely touch you, and you’re already spreading your legs for me.”
“Shut up,” I whispered, embarrassed by how easily he read my body.
“Make me,” he challenged, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties.
I grabbed his tie, pulling him down until our faces were inches apart. His eyes widened in surprise before darkening with desire.
“You talk too much,” I said against his lips.
He smiled, slow and wicked. “And you don’t talk enough. Especially when my cock is buried inside your tight little pussy.”
My breath caught at his crude words, a rush of wetness dampening my underwear. His fingers discovered the evidence, sliding against the damp fabric.
“Already wet for me,” he observed, his voice rough. “What would your colleagues think if they knew their prim and proper project manager gets soaked just from me talking dirty to her?”
“They’d be shocked,” I admitted, gasping as his finger circled my clit through the thin material.
“I don’t think so.” He fed me another bite of cake, watching intently as I swallowed. “I think they see exactly what I see – a passionate woman hiding behind a professional façade.”
His hand withdrew suddenly, leaving me aching. He stood, taking the dessert with him as he moved to the
couch.
“Bring the crème brûlée,” he ordered, patting the spot beside him.
I gathered myself, taking a deep breath before picking up the other dessert and joining him.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
