Forever After All(22)

Her words surprise me. She’s always been a hopeless romantic, so when did she become so jaded? I haven’t seen Alexander’s father around, and I wonder if that might be the cause of it.

I look up at her with a heavy heart. “You two wanted Alexander and me to end up together?” I ask, disregarding her other words. “Not me and Lucian?”

She smiles. “Of course not. Lucian and you are incredibly incompatible, for numerous reasons.”

She looks at me as though she wants to say something, but doesn’t. “I’ll leave you to settle in,” she says, smiling at me. I nod and stare after her as she walks out, shutting the bedroom door softly.

I sigh as I walk into Alexander’s bathroom. His bedroom and bathroom are mostly open plan, and there is no door, just a whole lot of stone and glass. His huge tub is freestanding, and rather than in the bathroom, it’s in front of his windows like a statement piece. The view is astounding, and I can only imagine what it’ll look like as the sun sets.

I walk through his bathroom and play around with all the buttons. He’s got controls for everything. There’s a radio, a TV screen in his shower, and different types of lighting. I push one of the buttons, and a water curtain appears at the shower’s entrance, like a waterfall, obscuring the inside of the huge stone shower. I press the button a few times and smile. I shouldn’t be surprised that Alexander’s room is so tech-intensive.

I eye the tub in the corner longingly and check the time. Five pm. Probably enough time to take a bath and be down for dinner at six. Alexander said he had to work late, so I doubt he’ll be back soon.

I undress and let my clothes drop to the floor as the tub fills up. My lace bra and panties follow, and I’m suddenly reminded of the way Alexander touched me. It feels like a lifetime ago, but it was only yesterday.

I step into the tub and press one of the little buttons in it. A small amount of soap drops into the water. It smells like lavender, my favorite. Looks like Alexander has good taste. I press the button a few more times for good measure and then turn on the jets.

“Oh God,” I moan. The jets are hitting me from every angle, massaging my entire body. I didn’t even realize I was this tired until I laid down in here. Combined with the stunning view, this feels like such a luxury. I lean back and close my eyes, letting the jets massage me. I haven’t felt this relaxed in as long as I can remember. It’s been years since I’ve felt so at ease. Taking a long bath used to be one of my favorite things to do, but I haven’t been able to take one in years. Not since I moved out of my father’s house.

I move my hands over my breasts and down my stomach, enjoying the smooth feel of being underwater. I’ve never been a very sensual person. Sure, I’ve touched myself a few times, and after a few tries, I can usually make myself come. But sex has never appealed to me much. In part because I simply never had time to date, and casual sex isn’t my thing. I never had the chance to get close enough to someone to want them. The one time I had sex wasn’t very memorable at all.

Yesterday, though… that was the first time I wondered what I might be missing out on. I’ve never come as hard by myself as I did with Alexander.

I lightly brush over my clit with my fingers, teasing myself. I drag one finger over my skin, remembering the way Alexander touched me. The way he looked at me with eyes filled with desire, despite his anger. I move my fingers in the exact same way he had, replaying the scene in my head. I push one finger inside while I circle around my clit with the other, mimicking his movements. I’m breathing hard and moaning, losing control over my body and my desire quickly. In my mind, I’m touching Alexander’s body as he touches and kisses me. I know I’m seconds away, but I’m enjoying it so much, I don’t want it to end.

“Elena?”

I yank my fingers away and sit up in alarm, forgetting to cover my breasts, exposing them above the water. Alexander is standing in front of the tub, his crotch at eye level. I can clearly see the outline of his erection, and I freeze.





Chapter 16





A lexander



I walk into my bedroom and pause, closing the door behind me softly. Are those my tub’s jets I hear? The closer I get, the clearer the sound gets. I walk up to the tub and see Elena’s head sticking out, her long dark hair hanging over the edge, her head tipped back. She looks so seductive.

I’m about to call out her name when she moans and moves her shoulders slightly. Is she touching herself in my tub? I walk closer to her and watch her face as she pleasures herself, her eyes closed.

She probably didn’t hear me walk in over the sound of the jets, and I take that moment to just watch her. She looks fucking gorgeous, her body swaying a little, as though she’s riding her own hand. I wish the fucking bubbles weren’t in the way so I could see her body. Just the sound of her has me rock hard, and I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when I finally get to have my little wife. Her body is all I’ve been able to think about since I’ve had my fingers inside her, and I need more. More of her .

“Elena?” I say, my mouth moving of its own volition.

She shoots up in alarm; her breasts rising above the bubbles. Fuck . She’s beautiful. Perfect teardrop tits, probably more than I can fit into my hands. She sits up in the tub, clearly not realizing how much of herself she’s exposing. Her eyes are on my pants, and I belatedly realize my erection is right in front of her face.