Page 6 of The Heiress's First Date

“It is?” I tighten my hold on Alex’s shoulders because dang, if they don’t make me lightheaded and swoony.

“Mmhmm. That’s your ‘I want three hot guys to ravish me’ face.”

Huffing a laugh, I glance back at Alex. The hunger there makes my insides swoop and soar. So steady. Always ready and waiting for me. Gah, I want to make him come so hard his eyes cross.

“Correction,” I say.

“Hmm?”

“Not three guys. I want three very specific, very hot men to ravish me.”

The corner of Alex’s mouth tips up, and I swear, I fall the last little bit for this big, brooding bodyguard turned CEO.

3

KATHERINE

I don’t know exactly when I started falling for Alexander Hunt, but staring at him now, feeling those dark chocolate eyes bore into me, I can honestly say it’s not a surprise. Like so many of the best things in life, our path to each other was a slow build, like an aged parmesan.

All the signs are there. The giddiness bubbling in my chest every time I think of him, wondering what he’s doing. Which is often. The way there’s zero judgment from him. It’s like he exists in this beautiful, neutral place where the only thing that matters is if I’m safe and happy.

Raking my fingers through his dark locks, I smile and let the feelings run wild in my chest. Or maybe it’s hormones.

“Three hot men, hmm?” He stares at my lips, which are plump and thoroughly kissed, thanks to him and Gabe. Then he skates a finger up my spine, reminding me just how naked I am.

Gloriously, I feel no shame. No embarrassment. Quite the opposite.

They make me feel like a goddess.

I nod. “Know anyone who might be interested?”

He ducks his head to the tender spot between my neck and shoulder, inhaling. My pussy clenches, achingly empty and oh so wet. I’m surprised she can work up the enthusiasm after all the orgasms these guys have given me lately.

But that greatly underestimates the feel of Alex’s lips against my skin. The powerful way he bends me back over his arm and seals his lips around my right nipple. Staring up at the smooth ceiling, I relax in his arms, moaning as his lips work their magic. Sucking me deeper, harder, pulling all my focus to that singular point.

“So hot,” King whispers, and Gabe grunts his agreement.

Alex moves to my other breast, working it into a fever pitch. Those long, drugging pulls of his lips leave me whimpering. I squirm in his lap, needing relief. Needing more.

“Alex—”

He hums, and the vibration moves from his lips to my nipple and straight to my clit. My gasp is ragged and raw, the needy sound bouncing off the walls.

“Please...” I beg, but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My thoughts are cloudy with lust, drowning out everything but a single word. More. More. More.

More touches. More kisses. More naughty words and heat-filled stares and hard cocks made to drive me wild. More evenings like this and promise of tomorrows. More time learning and teasing and tempting and making our fantasies come true.

More.

More.

More.

He lets my nipple pop free of his lips and leans back until I’m upright in his lap again. It’s a bit of a head rush, and his look doesn’t let me escape. His fingers flex into my hips.

“Don’t joke about that. We’re more than interested, and you know it.” The possessive purr in his words is a balm to my soul. I secretly want to hear them again and again.

I press my lips to the corner of his mouth, overwhelmed by how turned on I am. It drips through every vein, making me want to rub against him like a kitten who’s just found catnip. Later, I might wonder how easily I fell into this. But the energy in this room is perfect. Heady. Like destiny plucked our names from a hat and wove our stories together.

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