Page 25 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

“Always. Now take your kiss before I change my mind and fuck you right here in the car while Gerard watches.”

Of course his arrogance and seductive demands made my stomach drop as I leaned forward and tentatively pressed my lips to his. He allowed my tentative exploration for all of about five seconds before he took over.

His hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me hard against him as every move turned aggressive. He’s not holding back either as I gasped when his teeth nipped at my bottom lip. I swear I thought I knew kissing until I met him. He’d taught me in a night just how wrong I’d been.

Our tongues met and everything else disappeared. He dominated me as effectively as he seduced. One hand held my head as the other dug into my hip with fingers desperate for contact. That’s how he made me feel. Desperate. Needy. And more than a little greedy.

When I whimpered, he groaned and his lips softened to a gentler touch. I relaxed against him, soaking in all the comfort and kindness he now showed.

I didn’t know if he realized it or not, but he’d shown me there were two sides to Alex Woodman. The dominant, always in control man who obviously got whatever he wanted. And the other, softer side that proved there might be a little more to the man than he wanted anyone to know.

After our kiss he practically pushed me out of the car. I had a feeling it was either that or he was going to live up to his threat and have his way there on the leather seat in full view of his driver.

I couldn’t lie and say that didn’t excite me, although I wasn’t sure how I felt about someone watching. Not a disinterested third party anyway. I stifled a giggle that bubbled up. I was turning into a regular pervert these days. Threesomes, voyeurism… What was next? Probably a question I shouldn’t have asked.

When I looked up I realized we were at the docks. A dock to be specific and it looked like it led to a—holy shit—is that a ship?

“Uhm, Alex, what’s going on? Where are we going?” He was leading me along the walkway in the direction of the largest yacht known to man. And I meant that literally because I’d seen on the news that this boat, owned by a Russian billionaire, had arrived in New York City just a few days ago. Everyone was talking about it because of its size. Because fuck yeah size mattered no matter what anyone says.

“We’re going to a party.”

My steps faltered as I tried to process the idea of stepping onto the luxurious ship that loomed at the end of the long dock.

“Relax, Harper. It’s not that big of a deal.”

I stopped and turned back to him. “Are you crazy? It is a very big deal. Do you know who owns that boat?”

He chuckled, a low sound that resembled a growl more than an actual laugh. “Yes, I do know. That’s why we’re here. When a man like Viktor comes to town I want to know why.

“So we’re crashing his party?”

“Nooo. We are attending a party I was invited to. Viktor and I share a few common interests so I have a standing invitation to all of his parties.”

I blew out a hard breath. I had a feeling I was missing some information about Alex that I should already know. “Who are you?”

He tugged on her hand and pulled her toward the boat. “You’re date for the evening, remember?”

Now that was something I wasn’t about to forget. Although admittedly I was a little confused over why me? And why here?

When we stepped on board we were greeted by a gorgeous hostess who greeted Alex by name. She ushered someone over who whisked our coats away and then she handed us each a mask.

“Required for tonight’s festivities, Sir.”

Alex took the masks and the hostess moved discreetly away.

I leaned close and whispered. “Masks? What kind of party is this?”

“The extra fun kind.” He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face and then placed the small lace mask over my eyes. He then brushed my mouth with his thumb with a light caress that nearly made me whimper. “Don’t think too hard about this, Harper. Tonight you’re mine and I’m here to keep you safe and satisfied. Your only job is to enjoy. Okay?"

I nodded because words were too hard. I swear every time he touched me my brain misfired. Besides, sometimes talking was overrated.

I turned toward the sounds of the party and took a fortifying breath as I smoothed down my dress. Whatever insanity Alex had brought me into, I would face head on. I was quickly learning that rich people had completely different ideas when it came to entertainment. On the world’s most expensive yacht I would expect no less than absolute indulgence.

When he grabbed my fingers and squeezed, I squeezed back and smiled. When in Rome…right?

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