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eyes, breathing in her scent, willing his body to wait a little longer. Carly tossed her head back at the contact of his hot tongue licking her, his fingers stretching her, thrusting into her.
    Carly moaned and moved against his mouth. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her just enough to make her yearn for more. He wanted to drive her wild with need, his tongue licked her over and over. “A…Alex please—Alex!” she cried.
    His mouth closed around her nub, lapping it, giving it the right amount of pressure. Her body trembled against his mouth and Alex rode her orgasm with her to the last shudder. He moved up until he was face to face with her and kissed her, the remnants of her climax were still on his lips. Alex stretched to the nightstand for a condom. He positioned himself between her legs supported by his strong arms on either side of her head. “God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her once more.
    His hard length filled her in one powerful lunge. Carly wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. This was what he’d been waiting for, what he’d been craving, but it wasn’t enough. Alex lifted himself off of Carly, kneeling on the bed, bringing her with him.
    “Al-Alex, please.”
    Her breathless words fueled his desire of owning her mind, body and soul, damn the consequences. Alex locked her legs behind his back, driving into her faster, harder. His hand cupped her breast, his fingers played with her nipple, squeezing, pulling it hard enough to cause pain, triggering her orgasm.
    “Oh my—” Her body shuddered for the second time that night.
    His thrusts became faster until his own orgasm struck him. When the last of his orgasm finally faded he moved up on the bed and lay next to her.
    Carly cuddled closer to him. “Thank you.”
    He nuzzled her neck in reply. “You’re mine, Carly,” he murmured against her hair.
    Alex slept soundly and didn’t know where the night had gone, an insistent familiar, yet faint sound rang from somewhere, when he realized it was his BlackBerry buzzing. “H-hello.” His voice was hoarse. He opened and closed his eyes a few times until he could focus on his surroundings.
    “You’re a disgrace to the St. Jones’ name,” Phillip, his father, shouted. “Apparently emancipation at sixteen wasn’t enough for you.”
    Alex ran a hand through his hair. “No. It wasn’t enough. I’m thirty-five and you still won’t leave me alone. What do you want now?”
    Phillip cut him off. “You had to give the media that little show of yours last night. What were you thinking?”
    “Wh-what are you talking about?” Alex jumped out of his bed in search of Carly. He headed into his bathroom, checked the living room, and other rooms in the house.
    Phillip breathed. “You’re on the front cover of the news and magazines today. You don’t even have to go that far, turn on your TV. Dammit! Your little dalliance is all over YouTube. No son of mine will make a joke of our name. I won’t tolerate it.”
    Alex took a deep breath. “I’m not your son, remember? You don’t have to tolerate me.” He pressed the disconnect button and threw the phone on top of the leather couch in his living room.
    “Carly?” He searched the rest of the rooms in his house but didn’t find her. Alex walked into his kitchen and served himself a cup of coffee when he spotted a note on his kitchen counter.
    Alex,
    Thank you for the wonderful night, just know it meant nothing. Things between us today are the same as they’ve always been. Don’t think otherwise. Nothing has changed.
    Carly
    “Shit!” Alex crumbled the note, smashing his fist on the kitchen counter.
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    Celebrity News!
    Who’s the mystery woman making Alex St. Jones
    behave like a caveman?
    The blonde reporter smiled at the camera. “In today’s top stories we have a mystery to solve. Yes, you guessed right. After being out of the scene for several weeks, our incorrigible bachelor finally made an appearance at a