A Playboy's Love Affair (8 page)

He secured his hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer to him, their clothes the only barrier between them. “You. You are my deal, and the more you fight me, the more I want you. You have one of two choices: give it up or keep losing.” Not minding the curious glances being sent their way, his hand cupped her chin and he kissed her. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his lips claiming hers once more, showing her just how much he’d missed her.

“Ouch! What the f—” Alex let go of her as his fingertips felt his injured upper lip. The room grew silent, all eyes were on them.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Carly’s mouth twitched slightly. “Good. It’s too bad it didn’t bleed. I never lose either, Alex. Never. It’s about time you get that into that hard head of yours.” She turned around to leave, but Alex snatched her arm and threw her over his shoulder ignoring everyone on his way out.

“Put me down!” she cried out. “What’s wrong with you?” Her struggle against him only gained her a slap on her ass. “Oh my God! This is embarrassing. Put me down now, please,” Carly pleaded.

The valet brought to the front his metallic black Range Rover in no time. Alex threw her on the passenger seat without decorum and quickly walked over to the driver side.

“Let me out!” Carly tried to force open the passenger door with no success.

“Stop that. It won’t open, the child lock is on.”

Carly stared at him incredulously. “You got some nerve. This is kidnapping.”

“And what are you going to do, walk back in there as if nothing just happened?”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“I’m taking you home.” His tone was final. He turned his car stereo on, and Sail by Awolnation sounded from the speakers. This wasn’t the grand exit Alex had in mind when he’d resolved to leave this place with her tonight. His little exit from the charity would be all over the gossip columns tomorrow, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was Carly was at his side now.

“Interesting choice of music.”

Alex upped the volume as he steered the car onto the San Diego Freeway, and drove another forty-five minutes before taking the off-ramp to his final destination.

His bachelor pad was an elegant eco-friendly house with glass doors that opened to a front and back courtyard. Alex opened the passenger’s door. “Are you coming?”

Carly glared at him as she got out of the car, and followed him. Alex led her through the front courtyard and into the house. If there was a bachelor pad to have, his place would be it. The deck design and the sliding glass walls on each corner gave it a natural indoor-outdoor living feel. Alex got rid of his tuxedo jacket and bow tie and threw them on an accent chair in his living room. He advanced in on Carly, with intent in every step.

Carly ran her hands down her sides. “If you’re trying to scare me, I’m happy to say you’re failing miserably.”

“Am I?” He quirked a brow as he closed the distance.

“Yes. Whatever this scheme of yours is, you’re failing terribly.”

“If my scheme is a failure, why are you still standing there?” He stood a few inches away from her. At her silent response he asked, “Well, are you going to run?”

Carly straightened to her full height. “Should I?”

He regarded her and without preamble one arm encircled her waist bringing her fast and hard up against his body, his free hand sliding through her soft long waves. In a split second, his lips were on hers, devouring her mouth, forcing it open as his tongue explored her delicious cave. Carly shoved him away, but he fastened his hold on her instead. Her complaints were muffled by his mouth demanding more. She bit him again, but he bit her back.

“Ow. You’re a savage! Let go of me.”

He sidestepped her attempt to kick him in his groin. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of me.”

Carly stopped struggling against him. “I’m not.”

“Then show me you’re not. Don’t bite me, kiss me. Give me a real kiss and I promise to let you go.” His hand wrapped around her nape, forcing her to look up at him.

“How about I give you a real kiss and you null our agreement?” Carly replied.

“Don’t press your luck, Carly,” he cautioned, lightly touching the tip of his nose with hers.

“Then, I fail to see how kissing you benefits me in any way. It’s not like if I don’t you’d force yourself on me.” Carly arched her back away from him, putting some distance between them.

“Ooh, is that fear I smell?” he replied, tightening his hold on her.

“One kiss and you let me go.”

Alex nodded.

Carly brushed her hands up his muscular arms to his neck, and laced her fingers in his hair. She rose on her toes, and Alex met her lips halfway, capturing her in his arms, pressing her body up his. His tongue pushed through her lips, finding its way inside the hotness of her mouth. Carly welcomed the intrusion, drawing it further inside her mouth. He stroked his fingers up her bared back, and around her neck, tugging her long waves.

He unfastened her gown, letting it pool at her feet. “Oops,” Alex murmured.

Carly’s hands explored his chest, undoing his shirt’s buttons. She dragged it out of his pants, and parted it in half, revealing his strong chest.

“Oops,” she said, replacing her hands with scorching kisses from his neck down to his chest. A groan escaped Alex when Carly touched her lips to one of his nipples. Her hands slid to the waistband of his pants, and Alex reached down, helping her with his belt.

Alex entwined his hands in her hair when Carly sank to her knees and slipped her hands in his boxers. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way her soft hands closed around his engorged length. If he allowed her to continue, he’d lose control, so he pulled her back up and kissed her without restraint. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips. Cupping her ass with his hands, he carried her to the master bedroom.

He placed Carly on his bed and gave her an appreciative glance. “Carly…”

“Ssshh. Don’t ruin it saying the wrong thing, Alex. What, are
you
afraid of me?” She closed her eyes, and arched her back, raising her hips in invitation.

The moment he’d laid eyes on her at the charity, seeing how beautiful she looked, he’d known the waiting was over. She’d be his tonight. Alex covered her with his body and captured her mouth once more with an urgent kiss. She slid her fingers through his hair pulling him closer, arching her body into him. He brushed his lips along her jawline until he found the sensitive spot by her earlobe.

The way her body responded to his kisses, to his touch, drove him nearly insane. Her scent teased his nostrils, and the heat from her body enveloped him. A thrill of need shot down his spine, making his cock ache. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hot breath kissing her skin. Alex wanted to take his time, drive her wild with the same passion building within him. Carly scrunched the satin sheets when his warm hands cupped her breasts. The tip of his tongue circled one taut nipple before his lips closed around it, drawing it in his mouth. He lavished her other breast with the same attention. Carly arched her body not wanting to lose contact with his mouth.

Alex lingered at her navel, glancing up at her. A wave of satisfaction ran through him at seeing her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, lost in the sensations his caresses were triggering. The throbbing of his cock reminded him this was exactly what he sought, her sweet surrender. His hands stroked her bare legs, finding their way to her core. Tracing the line of her black lace thong, his fingers slid at the ends tearing it apart in one quick pull.

“You owe me two thongs now.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear any,” Alex whispered against her skin. He spread her legs, placing kisses along her thigh. His expert fingers found their way into her core, and slid through the warmth of her folds. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, willing his body to wait a little longer. Carly tossed her head back at the contact of his hot tongue licking her, his fingers stretching her, thrusting into her.

Carly moaned and moved against his mouth. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her just enough to make her yearn for more. He wanted to drive her wild with need, his tongue licked her over and over. “A…Alex please—Alex!” she cried.

His mouth closed around her nub, lapping it, giving it the right amount of pressure. Her body trembled against his mouth and Alex rode her orgasm with her to the last shudder. He moved up until he was face to face with her and kissed her, the remnants of her climax were still on his lips. Alex stretched to the nightstand for a condom. He positioned himself between her legs supported by his strong arms on either side of her head. “God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her once more.

His hard length filled her in one powerful lunge. Carly wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. This was what he’d been waiting for, what he’d been craving, but it wasn’t enough. Alex lifted himself off of Carly, kneeling on the bed, bringing her with him.

“Al-Alex, please.”

Her breathless words fueled his desire of owning her mind, body and soul, damn the consequences. Alex locked her legs behind his back, driving into her faster, harder. His hand cupped her breast, his fingers played with her nipple, squeezing, pulling it hard enough to cause pain, triggering her orgasm.

“Oh my—” Her body shuddered for the second time that night.

His thrusts became faster until his own orgasm struck him. When the last of his orgasm finally faded he moved up on the bed and lay next to her.

Carly cuddled closer to him. “Thank you.”

He nuzzled her neck in reply. “You’re mine, Carly,” he murmured against her hair.

Alex slept soundly and didn’t know where the night had gone, an insistent familiar, yet faint sound rang from somewhere, when he realized it was his BlackBerry buzzing. “H-hello.” His voice was hoarse. He opened and closed his eyes a few times until he could focus on his surroundings.

“You’re a disgrace to the St. Jones’ name,” Phillip, his father, shouted. “Apparently emancipation at sixteen wasn’t enough for you.”

Alex ran a hand through his hair. “No. It wasn’t enough. I’m thirty-five and you still won’t leave me alone. What do you want now?”

Phillip cut him off. “You had to give the media that little show of yours last night. What were you thinking?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Alex jumped out of his bed in search of Carly. He headed into his bathroom, checked the living room, and other rooms in the house.

Phillip breathed. “You’re on the front cover of the news and magazines today. You don’t even have to go that far, turn on your TV. Dammit! Your little dalliance is all over YouTube. No son of mine will make a joke of our name. I won’t tolerate it.”

Alex took a deep breath. “I’m not your son, remember? You don’t have to tolerate me.” He pressed the disconnect button and threw the phone on top of the leather couch in his living room.

“Carly?” He searched the rest of the rooms in his house but didn’t find her. Alex walked into his kitchen and served himself a cup of coffee when he spotted a note on his kitchen counter.

Alex,

Thank you for the wonderful night, just know it meant nothing. Things between us today are the same as they’ve always been. Don’t think otherwise. Nothing has changed.

Carly

“Shit!” Alex crumbled the note, smashing his fist on the kitchen counter.

****

Celebrity News!

Who’s the mystery woman making Alex St. Jones

behave like a caveman?

The blonde reporter smiled at the camera. “In today’s top stories we have a mystery to solve. Yes, you guessed right. After being out of the scene for several weeks, our incorrigible bachelor finally made an appearance at a well-known charity event for orphaned children. Some kind of appearance that was, if you ask me.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, it was a private event so I have to rely on my source. Rumor has it, Alex St. Jones got in a heated conversation. He was so enraged that to make a statement, he left with another man’s date. See for yourselves, he didn’t just leave.”

She waved her hand to the picture being displayed on the screen behind her. “He literally walked out of there with a woman thrown over his shoulder.”

The reporter pursed her lips. “Who’s the lucky woman? That’s what we all want to know. All we have to go by is her now-famous backside. Who’s making Alex St. Jones behave like a caveman?”

Chapter Twelve

Carly tiptoed out of Alex’s place in the middle of the night while he slept soundly. She wanted nothing more than to stay there, next to him, lie in his arms for the rest of the night, but realization kicked in as she’d closed her eyes and relived his out-of-this-world lovemaking. While for Alex it may have been sex only, for her it’d been all about making love. Her resolve was never again to sleep with him, if she did, the risk of Alex shattering her heart in tiny pieces she wouldn’t be able to glue back together was eminent. And Carly was smart enough to know now was the time to walk in the opposite direction, contract or no contract.

Spending any more time with him would have her irrevocably falling in love with him. She was well aware Alex didn’t do emotional stuff, and the seriousness of his commitment when it came to women went as far as having fun, and no more.

Her iPhone claimed her attention when it buzzed with a new incoming email message. “Huh?”

Kiera’s email titled
Have you seen this?
blinked on the small screen.

“Oh my God!” Carly exclaimed, covering her mouth with a hand while holding her phone with the other. The email had a picture of her ass as Alex carried her out of the charity event. She clicked the link to the official article of Celebrity News! Her ass had made front cover, the horror! “Who’s the mystery woman making Alex St. Jones behave like a caveman?”

She read the headline over and over again.

Carly wanted to wring his neck. She’d known something like this would happen and it was beyond embarrassing. At least there was no hint of who the alleged “mystery woman” was but that was just a matter of time. She had to leave, and get as far away as it was possible from Alex. It wasn’t as if he’d be looking for her anyway, after all, playboy got what he wanted from her.