The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(42)
“I have to be honest with you. I realize that this” he motioned with his head to their hands, “could have real consequences for the both of us.” She began to say something but he shook his head, “just let me get this out, please. You are the most significant woman I have ever met in my entire life and I would be foolish to let an opportunity like this pass me by. All of this,” he waved around with his hand, leaving hers for a moment, gesturing towards the restaurant but indicating his life, “isn’t anything when I don’t have anyone to share it with.” She felt tears well in her eyes; he was verbalizing everything she felt, and she had never been with a man who had this pull on her, who could make her cry or even feel as joyful and bliss as he did. She nodded.
“Ross, I feel the same way. I have spent my life fighting a battle that I feel like I’ve finally won…to have such an amazing man by my side would just mean everything to me.” And with that, without any hesitation on who might see them, his bravery shone through like a vibrant sun ray peering through the summer clouds as he leaned across the table and kissed her, pressing his full lips firmly against hers. She grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him back, fighting the urge to move across the table to get better leverage.
“Can I take you back to my apartment?” he asked, breathless. She nodded vigorously.
Chapter 7
Foregoing Boundaries
Ross had held Alicia’s hand the entire ride to his apartment and they had discussed all that their actions would mean, professionally and otherwise. She had leaned over while he at a stop light and kissed him, opening his mouth gently with her tongue and inviting herself into his mouth. He kissed her back, passionately and openly.
When they got to his apartment, Alicia was awestruck, but tried to not let it be shown to Ross so obviously. The apartment was filled with marble floors, vaulted ceilings with gold chandeliers, a maid who had left him a note on his granite countertops, a wine cellar, a view of the entire city and, what she would’ve been the most pleased with, air conditioning that didn’t require a box in the window.
“This place is absolutely gorgeous,” she mentioned. He had handed her a glass of chilled champagne and smiled.
“It can be lonely too,” he mumbled as he came closer to her. His innocence and loss was endearing to her and she realized then that this was something her life was abundantly rich in, life and company. Together, they could each provide the other with something they struggled with; coming together like two mismatched socks that still worked increasingly well and stood strong together.
He kissed her strongly again and lifted her up, carrying her into his bedroom, her champagne still in hand. He laid her down softly upon the bed, a bed so welcoming she felt she could sleep for days there, and she placed her drink on the nightstand. He stood above her and began taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his white button up. She sat back and watched, each masculine and strong hand revealing more and more of his chiseled and tan body.
When he got to the last two buttons, she brought her hand up and undid them for him, kissing from his navel up to his mouth. They kissed, hot and breathlessly, months of sexual desire pent up between the two of them, he unzipped her dress and slid it off her effortless. She leaned down to take off her heels, but he stopped her.
“Leave those on,” he said as he winked; she obeyed. She slid her hands over his body, working her way to his pants and unbuckling his belt quickly and efficiently. She pulled him down on top of her and he slid off her bra, placing each breast in a hand and then his mouth, kissing softly and sucking slightly. She leaned her head back onto the pillows and moaned in pleasure. He kissed from her breasts, down her stomach until he propped himself between her legs, and raised them both, guiding himself into her with his tongue, her voice ringing out in pleasure and her body shaking and contracting in ways that other men had never made her experience before.
She looked down at him and his deep brown eyes looked up at her and smiled. She ran her hands through his thick, luscious hair and then pulled him up, placing her legs on either side of him. She sat on top of him, guiding him slowly inside of her and nuzzled her face into his neck.
“Now I’m in control,” she whispered to him harshly, and he smiled, placing his hands around her waist, feeling her as she guided herself back and forth on top of him. She wrapped her hands around his behind her back. Together they picked up the pace, moving quickly, their bodies and sweat and lips and saliva and tongues coming together until her final thrust made each of them cry out in pleasure and they each rolled back onto the bed, out of breath.
“Spend the night here,” he said to her as he ran his hands through her hair. She reached for her glass of champagne and took a long, slow swig.
“I can’t walk into work with you tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly. He shrugged.
“I don’t care who knows about us. We have something special, a bond,” he pointed out. She nodded, agreeing, but still a bit hesitant.
“I have to refuse to work directly under you, then,” she said, and he admired her honesty and insight, and nodded.
“Of course, if that’s what you think is best. I can move you to another wing, have you work under Mrs. O’Leary if you’d like.” She loved the sound of this; Mrs. O’Leary was a strong woman who spoke up and voiced her opinion in the office, with no qualms or apologies whatsoever.
Conclusion