Plus None 2 by Emily Hemmer Read Free Book Online Page A

here?” I moan, thinking of Aunt Brook.
    “I forgot.”  He moves his lips up my neck. “You like it kinky.”
    He pushes me further into the elevator wall. I hook a leg around his waist and press against him, reeling from the sensation of his mouth against my ear. The security guards in the lobby downstairs are having a good show. I distinctly remember seeing a camera bank in the little room behind the desk. I just hope our escalating foreplay doesn’t make it onto YouTube.
    I run a hand up his back and grab his hair, forcing him closer. His hips grind against me and my belly jumps at the contact. Alex fondles my breast as his lips work their way back to my mouth for a blistering kiss. My heart’s going a mile a minute. It’s amazing how something so wrong can feel so right.
    The elevator chimes and Alex pushes away from me roughly. I pull my dress down, for all the good it does. Anyone on the other side of these doors would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice Alex’s raging erection and my stubble-burned cleavage. Thankfully, the hallway is vacant. He grabs my hand, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss then pulls me down the hall after him. The high rise is luxurious. Green and gold paisley wallpaper glows elegantly beneath French-inspired lamp sconces.
    Alex stops at the third door down and searches his pockets for keys. The momentary lapse in foreplay gives me a moment’s pause. What am I doing here? I know he wants me, but for how long? He either can’t or won’t explain what kept him from coming to me sooner and I’m smart enough to know that spells trouble. It would be better to cut and run now then wind up brokenhearted later.
    “No.” His voice disrupts my thoughts.
    “Alex…” I take a step back.
    He moves toward me and I step away against his advance. My back meets the wall.
    “I know what you’re thinking. It doesn’t have to be that way.”
    From almost the first moment I’ve been amazed at how well this man reads me. It’s not transparency, he isn’t looking through me; he understands me. Right now, he might understand me better than I understand myself. I’m afraid to want this. Too afraid of what will happen tomorrow.
    His head dips and his lips meet mine in an achingly gentle kiss. I try to put all of my questions into the kiss. Can I trust him?
    Alex kisses me deeply, lulling me into complacency. He pulls back and I grudgingly open my eyes to look and see where he’s gone and why he dared to stop doing such lovely things to my mouth. He reaches out, pulling me forward through his open front door, never taking his gaze from me. The apartment smells clean but spicy, like him. I want to look around but I can’t bring myself to break our connection.
     He takes each step by memory, turning to his left and pulling me down a long hallway. At the last door on the right, he pulls me in. I see a king-sized bed with a fluffy blue duvet in my periphery. He doesn’t stop until the backs of his legs come in contact with the mattress, and he draws me to him.
    Fingers graze the softness of my cheek. “I dreamt of you here,” he says.
    I forget to breathe.
    Alex turns me toward the bed and eases me back onto its comfort. Above me, he removes his jacket, pulling the shirt from the waistband of his pants.
    “Take off the boots,” he commands.
    I bend one leg, then the other, dropping each boot to the floor. They land softly on the plush rug by his bed. His shirt unbuttoned, he carefully pulls his arms out of the sleeves and tosses it. His chest dips and expands with muscles a rich guy’s got no business having. The sight of it sets me panting.
    Alex’s breathing is controlled and even. “Sit up. Take off your dress.”
    I scoot back a bit, using my palms to push upright. Last time we were together, I dictated how the night would play out. It seems this time he’s determined to have control. His domineering tone makes me wet.
     I grab the dress at the hem and pull it to the