He spins us around and opens the door before pushing a button on the wall. Dim blue lights illuminate the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the entire room.
This isn’t your typical small, dark, and stuffy basement. The room I am standing in is enormous! His room is three times bigger than my entire apartment.
His bedroom has to be the same size as the entire second floor in the office, and there are three offices, a conference room, a storage room, two bathrooms, and Mr. Strickland’s enormous corner office with his own full bathroom.
Alex stands at his bedroom door as I walk around his space. I head to the opposite side of his room from his bed.
My fingers trail along the soft microfiber fabric of his sectional couch he has set up in front of a large flat screen television. I don’t know anyone that has a living room set up in their bedroom, unless they live in a studio apartment.
“Your room is quite spacious.”
His laugh is soft, like he was expecting me to immediately notice the size of his bedroom. “That’s one way to put it. I think the real reason my parents put me down here was so I wouldn’t bother them.”
His smile disappears for a moment, but it quickly returns as his gaze meets mine.
I can understand parents wanting some separation from their adult son, but the sadness in his gaze makes me feel like this happened a long time ago. “When did they give you the basement?”
I haven’t seen the entire house, but it didn’t look like there were any bedrooms around here. The closest rooms are the kitchen and laundry, and I would think most adults would want their bedroom far from the commotion of the kitchen, especially when you had staff working.
“This has always been my room since the day my parents brought me home from the hospital. I didn’t always have a lot of furniture down here. When I was a baby, the live-in nanny stayed here with me.”
“That sounds lonely.”
“It was, but the older I got, the more I loved the freedom. Most weekends, my friends snuck over or I snuck out. I could come and go without my parents ever knowing. Now, it’s like my own little bubble. No one ever comes down here.”
That’s nice to know. At least Mr. Strickland won’t be barging in and finding me naked in his son’s bed.
I shake those thoughts away as I continue making my way around his bedroom, letting my gaze wander over his desk and the photographs hanging on the wall. There are pictures of him with his parents and pictures of him with friends, but there are no pictures of him and a girlfriend.
When I get to the foot of his king-sized bed, I turn my attention back to him.
“Where were we?”
He stalks towards me like a predator on the hunt, never lifting his gaze off mine. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me into his chest and crashes his lips into mine.
I give into the kiss and part my lips to allow him to thrust his tongue inside my mouth and taste me.
His hands grasp at my clothing, eager to get me naked. He pulls back and breaks the kiss so he can pull my shirt over my head.
“We were right about here.” His fingers find my nipples and pinch them until they stiffen into peaks.
I thread my fingers through the hair at his neck and pull his head closer to mine. Our lips melt together like they were made for each other. Hishands work their way down and around my body to cup my ass. He squeezes my round cheeks before lifting me up.
My legs wrap around his waist as he kicks off his shoes and carries me towards the center of the bed.
I expect him to put me down on the mattress, but he doesn’t. His lips move against mine as our tongue duel, needing every ounce of pleasure as we can get from the other person.
His fervent kisses trail along my jawline, leaving burning pleasure in its wake. I angle my head to the side to give him access to my neck. His lips attack the sensitive flesh in a frenzy of kisses.
When he sucks on my pulse point, I just know he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care.
I want him to mark me.
To claim me.
I close my eyes and lean my head back as a moan forms in my throat.
“Do you like that?” His voice is husky with pleasure.