Free The Wedding Rescue, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page A

when I’d finally gotten my breath back, he’d wrapped me in a loosely woven blanket and led me to the couch where he’d fed me bites of the meals we’d abandoned when we’d fled the dinner with my family.
    I vaguely remembered Dylan letting the waiter in while I’d stood at the window, naked and under orders not to move. At the time it made me hot. I should have been embarrassed about it, now that I’d had a night to sleep on it and I wasn’t so turned on. But I wasn’t embarrassed.
    I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because I’d been following Dylan’s orders. There was something both freeing and arousing about giving him responsibility for my decisions. I’d always been the responsible one, the one who had the bills paid on time, was never late, and took care of everyone else. Now that I was an adult and living on my own, I only had myself to care for, but my job involved making the best decisions I could for others--decisions that could cost them a lot of money if my judgement was off. Letting Dylan take over, if just for a little while, had felt like freedom. It was only playing, only sex--Not real life. That made it even better.
    He’d taken me to bed after the last bite of the decadent cheesecake he’d ordered, sliding into those smooth sheets bedside me before turning my naked body to his and making love to me all over again. I didn’t remember falling asleep, just those last moments of laying on top of him, his cock still inside me as his hands roamed up and down my back. We had a whole day to kill before the rehearsal dinner. I wondered what he had planned.

2
Dylan
    I ended my work out early. I never did that. It was the one part of my day I kept for myself, no matter what else was going on with the casino and Kane Enterprises. But that morning, I couldn’t get Leigha off my mind. Running on the treadmill, then lifting weights, all I could think about was her—naked, sleeping in my bed, waiting for me to come back and fuck her again. Just the thought of her tight, hot pussy and those full tits had me half hard. Not exactly what I was going for when I was surrounded by a room full of sweaty strangers. Fuck the workout. I could get a different kind of workout upstairs.
    I heard the shower as soon as I opened the bedroom door. At the mental image of Leigha slick with soap, my cock went from half hard to a steel bar. I hoped she was ready for me. I’d come inside her three times the day before and it still hadn’t been enough. Opening the bathroom door slowly, so she wouldn’t see me right away, I watched her through the film of steam on the glass shower doors. Her head was tipped back as she rinsed her hair, pink lips parted, upper back arched just enough to point her heavy breasts up toward the ceiling. I couldn’t wait another second.
    Stripping off my workout clothes, I paced to the shower and pulled open the door, enjoying her squeal of surprise.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes wide. I nudged her out of the stream of water and tipped my own head back, rinsing away the sweat from my workout.
    “I live here.”
    “I thought you wouldn’t be back until later. You surprised me.”
    “A good surprise or a bad surprise?” I asked, watching her pupils dilate as she took in my already hard cock. For a moment, she said nothing, but looked her fill.
    “A very good surprise,” she said, reaching for the bottle of soap on the shelf. “Turn around,” she whispered.
    So far I’d been the one in control of everything between us. The only thing Leigha had done on her own was that blowjob in the hall the night before. Given how fucking amazing that had been, I was more than happy to let her take over, at least for now. She didn’t disappoint. Filling her hands with soap, she ran them over my back, slicking the suds over my skin, massaging and stroking me clean.
    She didn’t rush, taking her time to explore every inch of my back before she moved on to my arms. I thought she’d turn me