Speakeasy (True North #5)(42)

Before I’ve climbed the whole way, I hear the door open and shut below me. And then footsteps begin a rapid ascent of the stairs. I tread quietly, listening. I reach the third floor as those footsteps continue to jog upward.

It’s Alec, I think. And he’s in a hurry.

I pull out the key he gave me, but then hesitate, listening to him close the distance behind me.

And there he is, face flushed, expression determined. He sees me standing in front of his apartment, and he doesn’t say a word. He just steps in close, pushes me up against the door, and takes my mouth in a hungry kiss.

Well, hello to you, too. I give it back to him just as eagerly. Earlier today the texts started: This is what I do when you’re not around. There was a photo of his abs lightly covered with the bed sheet, one strong arm reaching beneath.

We’ve moved beyond the fruits and vegetables stage of our sexting.

You are such a tease, I’d complained.

In the next photo, he’d stretched the sheet against his cock, and the sight of his erection made me feel wet right there at my desk in the law offices of Kaplan and Shipley.

So now I’m trapped between his door and that very same cock. Alec’s tongue is in my mouth, and his hand is unzipping my jacket.

And I’m loving it. Alec is so unapologetically sexual. Here is my dick and here’s how badly I want to give it to you.

Honesty is the sexiest thing in the world. Who knew?

My hands sneak under the hem of his flannel shirt to go exploring. His skin is soft, but his muscles are harder than I’m used to. Touching a man is a completely different sensory experience than being with a woman.

There are some people who think bisexuality is a myth, but I’m here to prove them wrong. I love the feel of a woman’s curves under my hands. But it turns out that I still enjoy bumping against Alec’s rock-hard body.

His kisses are unrelenting, and he makes no move to go into the apartment. But I’m getting impatient. I curl one leg around his, pulling him closer to my core. I slide my tongue against his and sigh. All this could be yours.

Alec’s hand reaches back to cup my ass, lifting me so I can wrap both legs around him. He seems to be testing out the idea that we could fuck right here in the hallway. But then he groans into my mouth. “I want you on my bed. Right fucking now.”

He eases me onto the floor and then picks up my duffel bag and my keys from where I’ve dropped them. He uses my copy of his key to open the door, and then nudges me inside.

I hurry through the dark apartment and into his bedroom. Alec is hot on my heels. I hear my duffel bag hit the floor somewhere nearby, and then his hands are reaching around my body. He unbuttons my blouse with quick fingers. So I unzip my pants to save time.

He jerks them down, and the fabric pools at my feet. My blouse is next—he shrugs it off my shoulders and eases it down my arms.

I wore a lacy bra just for him, but Alec isn’t going to get a look at it because it’s the next to go. He unhooks it and I shrug it off. Alec flings it across the room and then nudges me toward the bed. “Lean over,” he grunts.

Bending at the waist, I brace my forearms on the bed. I’m on fire already. Casual sex with Alec is something I never could have guessed that I wanted. With Daniela, I tried to build something with a real foundation. I wanted a life together.

But Alec and I are doing the complete opposite. We embrace the tawdriness of our hookups, and it’s really freeing. There is only one point to them—sexual gratification.

I. Love. It.

Alec nudges my legs apart with an urgency that borders on rudeness. But then he drops to his knees, and the next thing I know his mouth is right there, teasing my pussy. His tongue laps against my clit, and I let out a cry of happy surprise.

“Grab your tits,” he orders, then tongues me again.

It isn’t physically possible to do that without falling on my face, I discover. But I love Alec’s dirty mind. He’ll say anything. Do anything. He’ll put his mouth anywhere.

I rock back against his willing tongue and moan. He makes a noise of joy, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. It isn’t long before I’m close. My motions become erratic, and Alec backs off with a chuckle. “Lie down,” he commands.

Twist my arm. I climb onto the bed and lie back on his pillows. Take that, Daniela. She has a bumper sticker that reads, Fuck the patriarchy. Lately I’m taking this advice quite literally.

Alec smiles as he lowers himself down on my body, his shaft between my legs, teasing me. We kiss until I’m begging him with my body for relief.

“May?”

“Yeah?” I lick his neck.

“Unnngh.” He chuckles. “Hang on a sec. There’s something I need to ask you.”

“Can’t it wait?” I arch my back and rub against him like a cat in heat. Alec never shames me for the things I want in bed. Hell, he’s my cheerleader.

“You know how you told me that story about getting the STD tests and the IUD?”

“Yeah.” My voice is husky from desire, and his erection is right there. I just want it inside me.

“I got tested, too. Clean bill of health.” He catches my chin in his hand and looks down at me with serious eyes. “One of these days can we go bare?”

That gets my attention. “That’s something you want?”

“Oh, fuck yes. I can’t stop thinking about it.” He flexes his hips, stroking me with the underside of his cock, and I practically see stars. “I mean, I’m happy to be exclusive. I’d always keep you safe.”