Chosen Heart (28 page)

“Let me make it up to you, Mr.
James.”  I slide down, kissing every inch of his hard body, until I’m able
to take him into my mouth.  He barely fits, but I’m always up for a
challenge.  I hold onto his shaft, while gently sucking and stroking
him. 

“Ahhh…Elyssa…slow down.” 
What he says and what he wants is evident, his hands are in my hair, gently
guiding me at a steady pace.  I look up his body, through my lashes, still
sucking hard.  His head is tilted back slightly, mouth parted.  I
remove him from my mouth and slowly lick his shaft, traveling all the way up to
the tip and back down.  I peek up at him, this time his head is tilted
forward, watching me.  Taking him back into my mouth, I continue the
torture of sucking and stroking.  I never knew how much fun and hot this
could be.

“God Elyssa…” he groans. 
“Stop, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”  He reaches down and gently
lifts my body so I’m straddling him.  I lean down to meet his awaiting
mouth, sucking his bottom lip as he groans loudly.  “I want you on
top.  I want to watch you.”  I position him for entry and gradually
ease myself down, my mouth parting as our bodies engage. 

My hips roll expeditiously, but
Alex has another idea.  “Slow, Elyssa.  I don’t want to be the only
one that comes.”  Placing his hands on each side of my waist, we move slow
and together. 

His gaze is hypnotizing and I
grin salaciously at the thought of Alex coming undone between my thighs. 
I continue to rise and fall at an unhurried pace, enjoying each movement,
taking in the sight of him underneath me.  Reaching up, his hands slowly
tease my nipples, tugging them ever so slightly, leaving me panting, wanting
more.  Without losing our connection, he sits up and takes one into his
mouth while cupping the other with his hand.

Tension develops as my climax
slowly builds with each brush of his tongue.  Wanting the feeling of him
on my mouth, I move my hands from his hair and tug his relentless mouth from my
breast, kissing him with force.  Our tongues tangle as my body quickens,
ready for release.  Picking up my pace, I continue to roll back and forth
as my fingers dig into the back of his shoulders.

“I’m going to come,” he grumbles,
filling my body with warmth we both climax as I scream out his name.  My
breathing is erratic as I slump down on top of him.  Barely able to move,
I pull him out of me, loving the soreness that his body brings.  A
constant reminder of where’s he’s been and what we’ve done together. 

“That was some wake up call,” he
says smoothly.  Stroking my back, he holds me against him.  “As much as
I want to lie in bed with you all day, we need to get up and shower.”  A
shower with Alex might just be what I need.  After the past four days, I
don’t want to let him out of my sight.  Cradling me in his arms, Alex
rises from the bed carrying me to the adjoined bathroom.

~~~~~

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, I
glance in the mirror and can’t hide my enthusiasm.  Weeks ago, Alex was
nothing but a hope and erotic dream; now he is my reality.  I ogle my man,
grinning from ear to ear, as he stands gloriously naked, drying himself off
with a light blue towel. 
Lucky towel!
  His biceps flex as he
rubs the cloth over every inch of his body, teasing me. 
Screw the
towel, I’m one lucky girl.
 

It’s almost too good to be
true.  After last night and then this morning, I don’t want any of it to
end.  Problem is in a few hours we will be back in reality at the
fundraiser; a reality where Alex is the V.P. and I am just another
subordinate.  With no emotions, no affection, no connection.  After
claiming one another, can we go on pretending to mean nothing?  Before I
was just disappointed that we couldn’t arrive together, but now…now that he
belongs to me, it pains me to know that my claim only exists in the confines of
our own hearts.  My insecurities are starting to surface and I’m trying to
not be that type of girl. 

“We’ll have to go and get my
car.”  I mutter as I finish drying off.  I can tell he wasn’t
expecting my odd comment and my sudden bleak mood. 

With a look of confusion, Alex
asks, “Why?”  His hair is still damp and small droplets fall on his
muscular shoulders.  It’s hard for me to concentrate, and answer his
question, while he’s naked and wet standing in front of me; regardless of the
no nonsense look on his face.  

“The fundraiser, remember? 
We can’t arrive together.”  I sulk as I wrap my towel tighter around
me.  Will it always be this way?  Will we always have to be a
secret?  Or, will one of us have to make sacrifices to be together? 
Would he ever ask me to give up my career at SHI, or for that matter, could I
give up my career for him?  Unfortunately, there’s always a lingering
feeling of dread that our relationship really isn’t a relationship, if no one
else knows. 

My mind automatically fixates on
the conference room and Autumn’s dirty little paws all over him. 
Jealously builds and I fight back the tears of frustration at the thought of
Autumn trying to continue pursuing him; never knowing that he’s already spoken
for.  Frowning, my attention is brought back to my reflection in the
mirror and I don’t like what I see.  First the insecurities and now the
jealousy? 
Snap out of it!

Alex comes behind me and starts
to towel dry my hair.  “Why are you upset?”  I close my eyes,
relishing the feeling of his fingers as they massage my scalp through the
cotton material. 

I didn’t realize that he was so
perceptive.  “Just thinking,” I whisper, trying to hide my internal
conflicts, while faking a slight smile.

“About?” he questions as the
strokes of the towel come to a halt.  Opening my eyes, I detect the
fluster in his reflection.

“About us.  I’m just trying
to figure out how all of this is supposed to work.  There’s always going
to be other women, Alex…they’re never going to know…”  I nervously start
toying with the counter top; tracing the lines of the marble with my index
finger as I avoid his gaze.  Alex releases the towel, letting it fall to
the bathroom floor.

“Hey, quit it!”  Turning me
around he places his finger under my chin to tilt my face up.  Looking
directly in my now watering eyes, he says tenderly, “We will figure this out
okay?  I don’t want you worrying about these things.  We are
together. 
We
know that, right?”  I nod.  “What everyone
else knows or thinks doesn’t matter.” 
If it doesn’t matter then why
does it bother me so much?

Fussing with his towel, I can’t
help but pout.  “You’re not the one that has to sit back and watch women
constantly throw themselves at you.”

“Women, huh?  And who are
these so-called women?” he says, deadpan.

“Autumn, for example; she’s after
you, Alex.  She practically rapes you with her eyes every chance she gets
and then sneaks in moments to touch you.  Then I get to hear a
play-by-play of what she wants you to do to her.”  I can’t help it; in
this moment I truly am a green eyed monster.  “You have no idea how
infuriating it is to listen to her constants chatter about what would happen if
she got you alone.”  Just the thought makes me sick with rage.

“Elyssa…in my heart I am
taken.  I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t intend to.  As for
Autumn, she’s dull and slutty and even without you walking into my life, she
never had a chance.”  The corners of my mouth turn up slightly, as I tilt
my head and look into his eyes.  “You have nothing to be jealous of. 
Besides, I’m the one that had to listen to your ex yell to the world about how
you were the best he ever had.”  I blush at the memory of last night’s
avoided confrontation between Alex and Cole.  “About that…you sure there
is nothing I need to know?”

“I’ve told you before; there is
no relationship with him.  We haven’t been together for years.” 
Crap, I need him to trust me, about as much as I need him to stop prying. 
It’s like he knows I’m keeping something from him. 
You are keeping a
secret from him, Ely.  You will have to tell him, someday. 
Today
is not the day, damn it!

“I still can’t get what he said
last night out of my head.”  Still in front of me, it’s his turn to show
his insecurities.  To me, worrying about Cole is so farfetched; he holds
nothing in comparison to Alex.  But, for Alex it’s just too close. 

“Alex…in my heart…I am
taken.  When I tell you nothing is going on, I expect you to believe
me.  I’ve fallen for you.  There are reasons why I choose to keep
Cole in my life; we’ve been through a lot.  But, what I felt for Cole is
nothing in comparison to what I feel for you.  That should be enough
reassurance for you.”

Lust returns to Alex’s gaze; his
eyes traveling from my face to my breasts where my towel is securely
tucked.  “Who’s better ?”

“Better?”  I’m
confused. 
Where’s he going with this?

“Yes.”  His fingers travel
up my thighs, gently raising the edge of the towel, as his fingers reach the
apex of my thighs.  I gasp.  “Is he better than me here?”  His
index finger and middle finger gradually enter me.  Grasping his shoulder,
I try steadying myself, as my knees begin to tremble.

“No,” I mumble, breath shallow.

“No, what?”  His fingers
continue to go in and out, as his thumb begins to massage my clit.

“No, Alex, he’s not better than
you…there,” I choke out the words, barely able to speak.  Suddenly, his
fingers retreat and I’m being lifted so my butt rests on the edge of the
bathroom counter. 

“Is he better than me
here?”  The same two fingers graze over my lips as I pucker and kiss them,
which flames the apex of my thighs.  

“No,” my lips quirk up. 
He’s
such a tease.

“No, what?”

I moan.  “No, Alex, he
isn’t…”

As I sit on the counter with Alex
between my legs, he reaches down with his mouth removing the corner of towel
tucked into the cleavage of my breasts.  His hungry eyes travel down my
naked body.  “Fuck. You. Are. Perfect.”  The wetness growing between
my legs seeps out as Alex continues his relentless assault on my aching core.

“Oops,” I bring my hand up to my
mouth and smirk, as I playfully reach down, removing the towel tucked at Alex’s
waist.  My fingers wrap around his shaft, tugging gently, bringing his
hips closer to mine.  Looking into his crystal blue eyes, I have to have
him.  “I want you inside me.”

“You and your…need…mmm….” 
He positions himself and pushes into me.  My head falls back, resting
against the mirror behind me.  Alex continues hard, pounding thrusts,
filling me.  Once again my climax builds quickly, my head dancing in the
clouds.  I can’t get over this feeling, nor would I want to get rid of it
in a hundred years.

I love this too much. 
“Harder please!” I beg. 

Gripping my waist, Alex pushes
harder, going deeper inside.  “Oh my God!” I yell as I climax.  Alex
continues to move with such velocity that I fear he might break me in
half.  Unexpectedly, Alex lifts me off the counter, but I never touch the
ground.

“Reach behind and grab the
counter, I’m going to flip you around.”  I do as I’m told and place my
hands on the edge of the counter in the same moment that Alex moves my hips so
that he’s behind me.  Still inside, he continues thrusting harder and
harder against my behind.  He reaches around to hold my belly with his
left hand, keeping me even closer.  The reflection of Alex taking me from
behind is sexy as hell.  His eyes fasten on mine as he continues his
relentless movement.  I close my eyes as I feel myself reaching a climax
again.  I’m about to shatter.

“Open your eyes, Elyssa.  I
want you to watch us.” 

Listening to anything Alex
demands, my eyes shoot open.  I grasp the counter as his movements
accelerate.  I watch the reflection in the mirror, as he aggressively
attacks me from behind.  “Do you like this, Elyssa?” he breathes.

“Yes!  Please…don’t stop!” I
moan, almost closing my eyes.  Remembering his earlier demands, I open
them wide as tremors take over my body, climaxing again.  “Alex!!!” I
scream, letting out the most gut wrenching sound.

He groans as his movements subdue
and I feel him rest his forehead on the nape of my neck, placing one soft
kiss.  My legs feel like jelly as Alex pulls out of me, leaving me resting
against the counter.  Reaching down for his towel, he comes up looking
sexier than ever.  After wrapping the towel around his waist, he turns me
around and kisses me tenderly on the lips, making every inch of my skin
tingle. 
I don’t think I can move.

“Get dressed.  I want to
take you to breakfast,” he can hardly contain his joy; his grin matching
mine. 

In less than five hours we will
have to deal with reality, closing off our emotions to the rest of the
world.  I can’t imagine a better way to start our morning then with the
comfort of food and the serenity I feel when I’m with him.

“Elyssa!” Janice
shouts, bounding towards me the moment my feet touch the SHI grounds. 
Looking at her, I can tell she's frazzled with all the excitement, but yet
still extremely buoyant.  For her, this is the life; her happiness. 
And because I’ve had an unbelievable morning, I can’t help but share in her
joy.  Her excitement has more to do with the pride of her accomplishments,
and not the hours of sexual indulgence I’ve just been privy to.  But
regardless, we’re both happy.