Free Alluring by Sarah Curtis Page A

corny line," she said, still smiling.
    "Sweetheart, that wasn't a line."  He took another step closer to her.
    Alexis was a little apprehensive about being alone with Jack in his penthouse.  Coming up here wasn't one of her brightest ideas.  She just knew, after their scene downstairs, she was still in a 'Jack ' fog as he led her to the elevators.  And it wasn't until she stepped into his foyer, that her brain began to clear.  To late, said the fox to the rabbit.  
    Alexis started roaming the room, being sure to stay away from the windows.  "I should probably go home.  It's really late and I'm tired."
    "It's Sunday," he said, cryptically.
    She looked over at him, a frown marring her brow.  "Yes."
    "You don't work on Sunday.  That means you're mine all day.
    "Jack — " Alexis started, but he interrupted her.
    "I have waited all week for this day.  Patiently, I might add."  He began stalking toward her.  "I have not bothered you at work.  I have not called you because I knew if I heard your voice, I would get in my car and beat your door down until you let me in."
    Well, that explained why he didn't call, Alexis thought, feeling something in her stomach unfurl.  She didn't realize that was still bothering her so much.
    Jack continued.  "I knew you didn't have time for me, and the little time you did have, you needed your rest, and rest is something you would not get with me around.  So, I patiently waited for my day.  And this, sweetheart, is it."  By the last word, he reached her.  Capturing her face in his hands, he tilted it, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  "I have waited all week to do that," he said softly, his lips so close they brushed hers as he talked.
    Alexis licked her lips, and because his were so close, she licked his as well.  His hands moved into her hair, gripping it and tilting her head farther back.  His next kiss was not gentle, but fierce and all consuming.  He plundered her mouth, and the only thing she could do, was hold on.  And she did, grabbing his shoulders, trying to find purchase, but his suit jacket was pulled too tight.  Feeling her fingers slipping she moved her hands up, one going to his neck, the other tangling in his hair.
    He moaned in her mouth and she felt it in the back of her throat, in the tightening of her nipples, the flutter in her stomach, and the clenching of her sex.  She pressed her body closer, rubbing against him, searching for something.
    Jack seemed to know what she was searching for.  His hand drifted down, covering her breast, pinching her nipple through her T-shirt and her bra.  His leg moved between hers, grinding against her.  Now she moaned into his mouth, she couldn't help it.  Something was happening.  A mounting pressure was building, growing so close.  She ripped her mouth away from his, tilting her head back farther, panting.  He latched on to her neck, sucking the skin in, rolling it between his teeth, pinching her nipple tighter and grinding harder between her legs.
    And then it hit.  She gasped as her body shuddered before it started to tingle.  She slowly became aware of herself and her position and opened her eyes.  Jack's were there, his green eyes staring intensely into hers.  She felt her checks heat, knowing she was turning red. 
    She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Jack spoke first, his voice hoarse.  "I can say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  But, when you come you are magnificent."
    Moved by his words, she didn't guard hers.  "I've never felt anything like that before." 
    Jack studied her a slight frown forming on his brow.  "You've never had an orgasm or you've never come so hard?"
    Embarrassment flamed her cheeks.  She must be as red as a tomato.  Jack, she was learning, was a straight talker.  She so did not want to have this conversation.  "The first one."  She tried to pull out of his arms to get some space.  He was having