Page 59 of Set In Stone

I was practically drooling over the sleek red and black convertible. I reached out, but then pulled my hand back, afraid to mar the hood with myfingerprints.

“Frank is going to lose his mind when he hears you havethis.”

He laughed and pointed to the far end of thegarage.

“Come here, angel. Let me show youthis.”

Taking hold of my elbow, he led me past an Aston Martin and a Jaguar, two luxury vehicles that seemed to pale in comparison to the Ferrari. We stopped in front of a Ducati motorcycle. The model or year I couldn’t be sure of, as motorcycles had never been my thing. However, regardless of my tastes, I couldn’t help but to admire the sleek lines. I imagined being strapped in behind Alexander, with the speed and power between my legs. I ran my hand over its leather seat and looked up atAlexander.

“This is a very sexy piece ofmachinery.”

He came up behind me and circled his arms around mywaist.

“I never took you for a bikerchic.”

“I’m not really, but then again, I didn’t think you were into the whole MC thingeither.”

“Eh,” he said with a shrug. “It’s a toy really. Matteo used to own a bike. I only bought this so I could go riding with him on occasion. But he sold his when he was trying to start up the restaurant, so I don’t ride often anymore. Now, I’ll venture out of the city only once or twice in a summer and let her rip. I thought about selling it or giving it to Matt, but I like it too much. It’s good when I want to clear myhead.”

“I can imagine the exhilaration. The need for speed. Thepower.”

“You have no idea, angel,” he murmured into myear.

I tried to picture Alexander on the bike wearing one of his designer suits. The idea was almost comical. But then I pictured him in jeans and a black leatherjacket.

Now that’s something I could get usedto.

My core tightened, thinking about how much I loved his ass in denim. I could visualize myself sitting behind him on the bike, my legs straddling his hips as I clung to his hard body. Just the simple idea of our bodies pressed together was enough to be a total turn on. The tightening in my belly intensified and began to travel south. I could almost feel the wind whipping my hair as the scenery flew by, my crotch pushing againsthim.

Perhaps I am a biker chic atheart…

Lost in my fantasy, I didn’t notice the way his breathing had increased. Before I knew what was happening, Alexander’s arm shot out and he grabbed me. Spinning me around, he pinned me against the Jaguar that was parked next to the bike. He pushed me backward, pressed my spine against the hood, and covered my body withhis.

He buried his face into my neck and breathed in deeply. Peppering kisses along my hairline, he moved over my ear and bit my lobe. I threw back my head, welcoming him to take more, as his lips traveled down my neck. I was suddenly desperate, feeling as if it had been way too long since he’d been inside me. Considering how regularly we normally had sex, my recent head cold put a major damper on things. I no longer justfeltlike it had been too long – itwastoolong.

Untucking my blouse, he shoved it up roughly over my breasts. He bit down, capturing a nipple through the lace of my bra. My back arched as the taut peaks immediately hardened inresponse.

When he moved back up to my neck, I reached down and slid my hand between us, searching for the buckle of his pants. He shifted slightly to give me easier access. Freeing him from the restriction of slacks, he moaned when I grasped his hard erection and began to pump. The sound of his moan because of my actions was a heady feeling, and it just might have been the sexiest sound I’d everheard.

“Jesus Christ, Krystina,” he grunted. “You, on the hood of my car, is the most erotic thing on the planet. I want to fuck you. Right here. Rightnow.”

If his words weren’t enough to unravel me, his fingers were. His hand slid down my belly, under my waistband, until he reached my wet slit. His forefinger circled my nub furiously, as if he was in a hurry to get me off. As if he were just as desperate as I was. I wanted that, but I wanted him inside me even more. I continued stroking him, my grasp tightening around his cock, as he plunged two fingers inside to stroke mywalls.

“Oh, god. Yes. Just like that!” I cried out, my screams echoing off the concrete walls of the garage. His talents never ceased to amaze me. At times, I felt like I could orgasm with just a simple look from him. Ours eyes met, and I saw his were a blazing inferno of desire, as he continued to push me higher andhigher.

The unexpected sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted us, so loud and intrusive that I almost thought it wasn’treal.

“Shit!” Alexander hissed and removed his hand from my body. “It’sHale.”

My frustration came out with an exaggeratedexhale.

What thehell!

Knowing that Hale only called if it was important, I released my grip on his cock and collapsed against the hood so that he could take thecall.

Fumbling in the pockets of the pants that were below his hips, it took him a minute to dig out his cell. I smirked, the vision almost comical. Once he located it, he pursed his lips inannoyance.

“What is it?” Alexander barked into the phone. After a moment, his irritated expression turned to worry. I sat up inalarm.

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