Page 42 of Seductive Swimmer
Once we sink down into the hot water, I move to stand in front of Alex. With one last glance around to make sure we’re alone, I lower myself down to sit straddled on his legs.
“Alex,” I say, only his name comes out as a moan. “I need you to touch me.”
I see the moment he understands what I’m implying. His eyes flare wide for only a second before he’s gripping my hips and pulling me in close. He leans in and sucks gently on my shoulder as his deft fingers find their way to the edge of my bathing suit, right at my hip crease. I gasp when his thumb brushes over my sensitive clit. Even over top of the fabric of my suit, it’s ecstasy.
Needing to feel him as well, I slip my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks. They’re tight, making it difficult, but I manage to free his cock into my hand.
Alex drops his head to my shoulder with a quiet groan.
“Fucking hell, Savannah.”
“Shhhh,” I admonish him, a wicked grin on my face. He smiles back, then thrusts his fingers into me without warning, causing my hips to shoot forward as I cry out.
“Now who’s being loud,” he teases. “But this will look too suspicious if anyone walks by. Sit beside me.”
I obediently move to his side, and he lifts one of my legs to drape over his, effectively opening me to his touch. His long fingers find my aching clit, and he slowly slides one, then two fingers in and around in a circle. I have to bite my lip to hold back my moan. He leans his head down to my ear and takes it between his teeth lightly.
“Finish what you started, love,” he growls.
I reach over, and his dick is still bobbing freely in the water. I squeeze him tightly, causing a rumbling sound to escape him.
What happens next is the most filthy, dirty, exciting, and hottest thing I’ve ever done. Alex stops me when he’s close to coming, not wantingthatin the water. But he keeps his fingers moving, teasing me, pinching my clit and sliding in and out of me until I come undone. As I spiral, he clamps his mouth down over mine, absorbing my cries with his kiss.
I’m breathless for several minutes after; the orgasm and the heat of the water making me lightheaded. But Alex just strokes my body, soothing me and bringing me back to reality.
“That was…” I trail off, realizing I can’t adequately describe how amazing I feel.
“The most unbelievably sexy thing I’ve ever experienced,” he says, finishing my sentence perfectly.
“Yeah. That.”
Four hours later and my body is still buzzing from this morning’s excitement. I’ve never done something like that in public before. Never thought I would want to, much less find it as fucking hot as I did. Before Alex, I would have considered myself happy with a vanilla sex life. But what happened earlier was anything but vanilla, and I can’t stop remembering the feel of Alex’s long fingers stroking me to orgasm in the hot tub.
Somehow, I manage to contain the energy coursing through me. I’m at the office today, and so is Alex, even though I haven’t seen much of him. He’s been shut up in meetings with Brayden and an HR consultant as they debate how to proceed with Zeke’s termination, and whether or not to press charges. Terry and I have nearly found enough evidence that they could pursue prosecution if they choose to, but from what I’ve overheard, I don’t think they’ve decided yet.
I’m pleasantly surprised at how easy it has been dating someone I also work with. Alex is respectful of my boundaries, and we seem to be managing to keep our personal life away from the office. Apart from a few secret kisses behind the closed door of his office, and plenty of heated glances, that is. If Brayden suspects anything is happening between us, he hasn’t mentioned it in my presence, and I start to feel my guard come down. Which is why, when Alex walks by my desk and pauses, looking at me with that smolder that instantly makes me clench my thighs together, I smile, thinking nothing of his request.
“Could you come to my office please, Savannah?”
I stand immediately, and follow him into his office, closing the door behind me. But when I turn to him, and see him unzipping his pants, panic fills my throat as my nightmare comes to life in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as I whirl back around, my eyes clenched shut.
“I never got my release this morning. I thought you could take care of that for me,” his voice full of lust.
“No, no, not here, no,” I manage to push out as I flounder, trying to find the door, my eyes still tightly closed.
“Shit.” I hear him mutter under his breath, then the sound of him adjusting his pants before his hands are on my heaving shoulders.
“Savannah, sweetheart, look at me, what’s wrong?” he pleads, turning me in his arms and pulling me in close.
My gasps turn to sobs, and I can’t answer him. He guides me over to the chair in front of his desk, and I’m vaguely aware of him sitting down and pulling me into his lap. I sit there, frozen, as I’m assaulted with memories. He strokes my arm, my hair, whispering words into my ears that I don’t hear as I slowly fight to regain control of my emotions. Eventually my heart rate slows, and I manage to push back my panic. Alex isn’t Maxwell. I know he didn’t mean what he was implying in any sort of degrading way. When I look up at him, my heart twists to see the fear and concern etched on his face. The poor man had no way of knowing how this would triggered my emotions. And going by what we did this morning at the pool, I’m not surprised that he assumed I would be okay with an office tryst. I need to come clean about my past, and explain why keeping the work life and personal life boundaries definitive is such a big deal for me. We’ve blurred it a few times with heated kisses in his office, and somehow I was okay with that. But this is too much. Way too much.
I shift in his lap, wiping my fingers under my eyes to try and erase my smudged mascara. It takes a few more minutes before I feel composed enough to speak. Alex waits patiently, even though I can tell it pains him to restrain from demanding that I tell him what’s wrong.
“Before I moved here, I was in a relationship with an older man. I idolized him, and thought he loved me,” I begin, haltingly.
God, this is hard to say, embarrassing and painful to relive, especially with this amazing man holding me. Needing some space to get it all out, I stand and hop up on the edge of Alex’s desk instead. For a guy who claims to have never been in a relationship, he’s remarkably intuitive about my needs, because he doesn’t protest, he just sits back and looks at me, open and ready to hear me out.
