A Playboy's Love Affair (12 page)

“What are you gonna do, spank me?” Carly double-timed the last few steps to her bedroom.

“What’s going on between you and Jay?” Alex asked just as he reached her bedroom door only to have her close it right on his nose. Enough was enough, how dare she shut the door on his face? “Cut the crap, Carly! You wanted to make me jealous? Well, you did. Are you satisfied now? Did you enjoy the show?” His fist banged on the door.

“I didn’t want to make you jealous,” Carly said through the door.

“Oh please! What did you think you were doing letting Jay grab your ass?” He banged on the door harder this time. “Open the door, Carly.”

“He wasn’t grabbing my ass! Stop that. I’m not opening the door. I told you to leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you. Just leave,” she said.

Alex took a deep breath. “Actually you’re right. Jay wasn’t just grabbing your ass. Now that I think of it, he was doing more than that.” He’d get her to open up the stupid door one way or another. He didn’t want to resort to a more aggressive tactic but wouldn’t think about it twice if he had to.

“What do you care anyway? You certainly had your hands full with all those women. I’m surprised you didn’t go home with any of them!” A crashing sound came from inside the bedroom.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go home with Jay, after seeing how he almost fucked you through your clothes. I honestly thought you’d be tending to his wounds right now.” He turned the doorknob.

“Go to hell, Alex! And stop banging my door. You’re going to break it.”

“Open the damned door, Carly or I’ll break it down,” he warned, and didn’t move trying to hear the sounds coming from the other side. At her silent response, Alex stepped back and kicked down the door with one successful kick, leaving it hanging from one hinge. He stepped inside. His eyes searched for Carly and finally spotted her standing by her closet, dressed in a white cami and boy-short pajama. How was he supposed to keep his thoughts in order now?

“Get out before I call the cops. You’re way out of line.” She stepped into her closet.

“You can call the cops or whoever you want. I’m not going to apologize, if that’s what you want me to do.” He was on the verge of reaching for her and kissing her senseless. It’d taken all his will power not to do it at the club, but here, Alex didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to resist. God, he’d missed her more than he thought possible.

“I’m not asking you to apologize. That’d be expecting too much from someone like you. Go back to your super model. Go warm her bed and leave me alone.” Carly walked past by him to the door.

“Why? You’re jealous now?”

Was she jealous? A wave of shock tightened around his stomach. Her jealousy gave him more confidence, not that he actually needed it, but it assured him Carly felt the same way as he did for her. That had to mean something.

Carly stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Yes! I’m jealous. I admit it. I’m dying of jealousy. Satisfied? Now you know my big secret. Carly Mitchell is jealous because—” She stopped mid-sentence, covering her mouth with a hand, twirling back around and walked out the door. “To hell with you and your contract too. You can sue me all you want. I don’t give a s—”

Alex’s strong hand grasped her upper arms. “You’re not going anywhere.” He twirled her back around and flattened her against the wall.

“Let me go!” Carly struggled.

Alex pressed her harder, his leg between her thighs. One hand held her neck, his other hand gripped her chin, as he captured her mouth with a kiss. Carly gave up fighting him the moment his tongue collided with hers. Instead, she dragged her hands up his arms and allowed him to cup her bottom lifting her, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He groaned at the contact of her fingers sliding in his hair, pulling it back as she held on to him. He enjoyed makeup sex, except that wasn’t how tonight should’ve ended. There was no stopping him now; Alex hadn’t seen her in a week and wanted nothing more than to be with her. Carly had looked beautiful in that dress. Alex would’ve liked nothing more than to take it off slowly, but she’d undressed herself. Fury blinded him seeing her with Jay and the way he’d touched her. That would never happen again, not if he had a say in it, and he did.

His lips left her mouth and feasted on her delicate neck, his hands wandering inside her cami and grabbing her bare breasts. Carly pulled her arms up, inviting Alex to rid her of her cami, moaning when his mouth closed around her breast, his teeth grazing her tight nipple.

“Hmmm, sweetheart…” Alex gave his attention to her other breast.

Carly threw back her head as his lips closed around it, his burning tongue and lapped her nipple. He unfastened his pants, and pushed aside her drenched boy-short letting his shaft find her slick entrance. Alex sank into her with one full thrust. “C-Carly…” he muttered against her mouth moving back.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, as if she’d read his mind. His hips pinned her to the wall and he drove hard into her, increasing his pace each time. Carly panted with each of his hard thrusts.

Alex broke their kiss and touched his forehead with hers, slowing his rhythm, withdrawing then sinking into her. “Promise you’ll never again dance with another man the way you danced with Jay tonight,” he said, driving into her. Seeing her with another man tonight had woken up an untamed jealousy in him; it was important that Carly promised him that. “You’re mine.” His lips grazed her ear.

“I… You…” Her passion-heavy lids half opened, her muscles clenched around his shaft, Carly was on the verge and couldn’t make the words come out of her mouth.

“Darling, I don’t know what this means, or where this is going. All I know is, I want to find out.” He drove into her again. “Please say you’ll give me a chance.” Alex closed his mouth over hers. His kiss was a plea. Carly rocked her hips, tightening her inner muscles around his engorged shaft.

“I need you to give this—us—a chance.”

“Yes… yesss… I’ll give you—I’ll give us a chance,” Carly murmured as the throes of passion rode her from head to toe and had her shuddering against him.

Alex sank into her with full force one last time filling her with the warmth of his seed. He had all night to make sweet love to her, and he would. Making her his in every possible way, leaving her no doubt that she belonged to him and him only. In the past Alex had loved playing the field as much as he’d cherished his freedom, but if freedom came without Carly then Alex wanted none of it. Forget the field. Well, he’d already slept with the entire field. Forget freedom then.
Shit
, was he already riding that emotional rollercoaster he’d avoided until now? Because it was un-freaking believable.

Chapter Fifteen

Alex woke to the heat of Carly’s body next to him, reminding him of the delicious night they’d had. He cuddled closer to her naked body molding his against the length of hers. His fingers drew lazy circles around her navel, and he nuzzled the back of her neck, breathing in her unique flowery hair scent. Last night had been anything
but
what Alex had planned. He was still insanely jealous about Jay putting his hands on her, but knowing that after the brawl, Jay wouldn’t see Carly as anything else other than a friend, made him feel better, and it had better stay that way. Alex had never known jealousy until now. This new feeling was raw and foreign. He didn’t know how to deal with it, but promised himself he’d do anything in his power to control it for his sake and Carly’s.

Regardless, Alex didn’t regret the way things ended. Yes, they had a big argument—her bedroom door suffered the consequences and now he’d have to pay to have it repaired, but he did warn her. Carly just had the bad habit of never listening to him. The make-up sex was nothing like he’d ever experienced. Everything and everywhere Carly was concerned, was too intense. His goal had been to make her see it’d always be him for her, but her sweet surrender broke him down. In the same way Alex was harsh marking her as his, he’d also turned back around and made sweet love to her twice more at dawn. He let out a long breath against her tousled tresses prickling his chest, if that hadn’t made it clear to her she was his, Alex didn’t know what would.

Carly twisted around to face him, fluttering her lashes as she opened her eyes. “Hmmm…I’m sore in unmentionable places,” she said through a sleepy smile.

“What’s so funny?” He ran his finger over her lips.

“You’re sporting a purplish ring under your left eye.” Carly lightly circled the underside of the bruise with a fingertip. “Coffee?”

Alex pressed his warm body to hers showing her the reaction her touch had on him. “Purplish, huh? I’m positive your friend Jay is modeling two purple eyes and a broken nose today.” He reached for her hand and brushed his lips over her fingertips. “How good are your coffee skills?”

“Tsk…tsk…tsk… Alex you’re such a bad boy.” Carly ran her hand up his chest, looking up at him. “And darling…as you say, I can make a mean coffee. You hit the shower while I go make the best coffee you’ve ever had.” Carly twirled around, jumped off the bed and headed for her closet. “There are new toothbrushes in the right drawer of the sink, help yourself,” she said over her shoulder.

After a quick shower, Alex walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist and went in the direction of the kitchen following the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Carly met him at the end of the hall. “Your clothes are in the dryer.”

“You washed my clothes?” He adjusted the towel around his waist.

“Underwear and all…” She smiled, waving her hand to the coffee pot. “How about that coffee?”

Alex looked down at himself, realizing he didn’t really have a choice but to follow her to the kitchen counter and have coffee with a towel wrapped around his waist barely covering his privates. He made a mental note to bring his clothes over to her place, or better yet, Carly would have to take her clothes over to his place. Alex approached the counter and stopped mid-step as he glanced at the breakfast counter. “I didn’t think you cooked.” There were two plates served with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on top of the counter.

“Buddy, breakfast is as far as I got.” She placed two forks on either side of the plates. “I bet that’s farther than you got.”

He angled his head, a smirk on his face. “Darling, I got as far as burning water.” Alex sat on the bar stool and turned around to face her.

“So, what’s this you want to talk to me about?” Carly dug into her breakfast.

Alex stole a side glance over the rim of his cup. “You do make a mean coffee,” he said appreciatively. Telling her what he had in mind would’ve been easier with clothes on, not in the semi naked state he was in.

“Alex, out with it. Spill it.” Carly tapped on the counter, her eyes danced with curiosity.

Hesitating a bit, he went straight to the point. “I want you to come away with me for a month.”

Carly choked on her coffee. “Ex-excuse me?” She covered her lips with a napkin, and turned halfway on the stool to face him. “Did I hear you right? You want me to come away with you for a month? Where to?”

Alex put his fork down and reached for her hand. “Carly, I know I’m asking for a bit too much. I’m going away on business for a month, and I’d like you to come with me.”

Postponing his trip wasn’t an option; if Carly declined his offer he’d have to find a way to persuade her. Alex wasn’t about to leave her out of his sight for a month, and wouldn’t use his dirty contract to get her to go with him. In other circumstances, Alex would probably use it to get her to agree, but after what they’d shared last night, he wouldn’t dare pull that trick on her. Things had changed and there was no turning back, the contract was still a problem because he’d only used it to get her in his bed. He’d never execute it whether she signed it or not. Never once did it cross his mind Carly would be a game changer for him. But she didn’t need to know that. He’d tell her eventually, not now though. And, if he really needed to sue someone, that someone would be Matt not Carly. Matt had breached their contract by pulling out and without paying the penalty for early termination. Alex could go after him and demand payment, but that wasn’t important now. He wasn’t even sure it was worth the effort. He didn’t want anything getting between him and Carly.

“I-I don’t know.” She eased back on her seat. “I can’t just leave work for a month. I have several projects to take care of…and…and I don’t think my boss would be okay with me taking that long of a vacation, unexpected at that.”

“Then quit. I’m sure I make enough to support us both.”

She reached for her cup. “Quit? You’re gonna be my sugar daddy now? I don’t think so.”

“Darling, what will it take for you to come with me?” he asked.

“Alex, I can’t just leave. I need more time. Do you realize what you’re asking?” Carly leaned toward him. “You’re asking me to come away with you for a full month.”

Alex laced his fingers with hers. “I know exactly what I’m asking and what it means. Do I think things are moving too fast? Perhaps, yet I don’t wish them any other way. While all this relationship crap may not be new to you, it’s new to me. I never thought I’d ever say any of this, but I want to try this out, Carly.” He regarded her. “I want to try this with you. No one else.” He’d said more than planned and if she still declined, her refusal would hurt his ego irreparably and Alex wouldn’t care if that meant he’d have to walk out of her place dressed in a towel. The beat of his heart was faster than any work out had ever made it race.

“When are you leaving?” Carly stroked her thumb over the back of his hand.

Why did she always have to ask so many darn questions? Couldn’t she say yes or no and be done with it? A sweat cold invaded his palms; this wasn’t a good sign. “Next weekend.”

“Can I think about it and get back to you?” she asked.

No. That was what he wanted to say, but it wasn’t what he should say. Did he even have a choice anyway? If he said no, then most likely Carly would decline. If Alex said yes, then, it meant he’d be thinking about it the entire week. Shit. “Under one condition.” He squeezed her hand.