Her nipples were screaming for attention. She wanted another Alex in front of her, on his knees, sucking them. And maybe another beneath her, sucking on her clit, giving her the full all-bases-loaded treatment.

  Imagining this incredible picture, she came as he pounded her cunt from behind, as he squeezed her breasts in his strong hands, as he fucked her like she’d never been fucked before…so fully, so completely.

  Alex’s rhythm changed as he must have felt her pussy convulsing around his dick. He leaned across her back, molding his chest to her, enveloping her. His hips moved almost as if of their own accord, bucking against her ass, until she could feel the hot spurt of his cum inside the condom…inside of her.

  “God!” he said in a low voice that was somehow the most emphatic she’d ever heard him. He continued to stroke her breasts, tenderly now, his fingers carefully circling her stiff, hot nipples. His hips continued to move very slowly, as if burning off the last bit of excess energy.

  He said it all in that one word.

  Eventually, he straightened up so that he was no longer lying heavily on top of her. He dragged a hand down her back.

  “At first, I hated that you cut your hair.”

  Did he? He hardly seemed to have noticed when she did it.

  “Now I realize how convenient it is,” Alex said. “Now you have nowhere to hide all this…or these.”

  He urged her over onto her back and immediately his eyes were drawn to her breasts.

  He was right. Without her hair to cover them, her breasts were on full display.

  She cupped them from beneath, pushing them into greater prominence.

  In response to this blatant offer, Alex bent his head and took one swollen nipple into his mouth. Bliss. Indy’s eyelids fluttered closed at the feel of his wet mouth.

  She moaned as he began to suck, first using restraint, his eyes on her face, measuring her reaction, then with increasing hunger.

  Moving from one tit to the other, Alex fed on her nipples, his throat working as if he was actually drinking from her.

  Her body was spent, yet it reacted to Alex’s mouth as if set on fire. Every nerve seemed attached to her nipples—and from there, had a straight connection down to her pussy.

  As if sensing her restlessness, Alex moved one hand between her legs. Indy nearly protested that it was too soon, but her clit didn’t think so. It loved being touched. It couldn’t get enough of Alex’s expert manipulation.

  Soon she was ready, fired up and good to go. Maybe not a cock this time, maybe two of Alex’s fingers…or three—or all of them, pushed together to form a wedge, reaming her out.

  But, once again, Alex had different ideas.

  He pushed her knees apart and shoved his face between her thighs, grasping her swollen clit in his teeth. He bit down, not with a lot of force, but not with a little, either.

  Indy almost leapt off the couch. The sensation his teeth created was a peak halfway between pleasure and pain, erotically charged with a fierce current that struck deep down in her hole and spread throughout her body. Her fingers and toes curled with that invisible current. Her back arched with it, and she splayed her thighs even farther apart, giving him total access to her pussy.

  Using lips and tongue and teeth, he ate her cunt thoroughly out.

  Indy was sore from fucking, but she didn’t notice. This was a one-time booty call, and she might never see him like this again, but she didn’t want to think about it. She knew, and hated, that her feelings for Alex were deeper and more complicated than she could even dare to let herself consider. She didn’t care.

  She only wanted to feel. Nothing else, not even her emotions, mattered.

  When she came to climax the second time, it was a slow burn. It built like a pressure cooker, eager to be released. Her body fought against it, anticipating more of that commingled pleasure and pain. But it was a fight most of her didn’t want to win, including her pussy…especially her pussy.

  For the second time that night, she came in Alex’s mouth. This time it wasn’t a gush but a trickle, but he seemed to find it sweet as he lapped up her thick cream with sounds of suitable appreciation.

  Finally, he lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the side of his hand. He wasn’t smiling but then neither was she. Sex had felt like a shared compulsion, an addiction to be fed and assuaged. Now came the awkward part when they recognized the fact that they’d slipped from grace and tried to forgive themselves…and each other.

  Indy sat up and leaned down to start pulling together her clothes, but Alex remained where he was, kneeling next to the couch, gloriously naked.

  “How many men have you had who can fuck you like that?”

  It was an incredibly arrogant question, and she wanted to answer him in a way that knocked him down a peg…but then she would be lying.

  “None,” she said, being perfectly truthful.

  Alex’s eyes flickered. “Then we should do it again.”

  “Right now?”

  “I meant tomorrow, or Saturday, or next month.”

  He meant a date, except not for the purposes of actually dating—a date to fuck…a fuck date. Was that an actual thing?

  It actually hurt her that he would suggest such an arrangement.

  Indy pulled on her blouse so she could avert her face for a second. “Why don’t we play it by ear instead?”

  “Right.” He stood up abruptly, putting her face on the same level as his flaccid penis. “Otherwise, that would be too much of a commitment, right?”

  “Alex…”

  Something about seeing his cock soft and nestled against his thigh made him suddenly seem very vulnerable. She knew it was just a body part and it couldn’t always be hard, but his state tugged at her.

  Weren’t ‘fuck daters’ only supposed to see each other horny and hard?

  “What?” He was looking around for his clothes, but he stopped for a moment to glance at her.

  “Let me suck you off,” she said. It wasn’t what she was going to say, but she knew those words, as yet unformed, would be too difficult to speak. They would make her weak. “Please.”

  He stared at her, his expression inscrutable.

  “I’m not hard,” he said finally, as if that was an insurmountable hurdle.

  “I can make you hard,” she said, running her finger down the length of his thigh and feeling the muscles twitch.

  His mouth was wry. “No doubt, but not for a while. It’s too soon.”

  That sounded like a challenge. Remembering his insatiable energy that first night they spent together, Indy was sure he was underestimating himself.

  He reached down to scoop up his trousers, dislodging her wandering hand. “I don’t have time right now. Maybe next time.”

  Maybe next time. It was the most tenuous of promises—the commitment of another hour, another night. With that vague promise, she became one of his women, another name in his cell phone. She would never forget the names of the others she’d seen—Jasmine, Catriona, Harmony…and Indy. No, for a list like that she would have to be Indira…an exotic name for a faceless woman that some other woman in the future would find and get angry over, some woman who would have the right to get angry, some woman like his wife.

  “Okay,” she said, striving to keep her tone and expression neutral. If she started getting clingy, then even their fuck buddy status would probably cease to exist.

  They both pulled on their wrinkled clothes, but somehow Alex managed to look as impeccably turned out as when he’d come in. Indy felt blowsy and disheveled, and she was sure she looked worn out.

  She checked the clock. It showed almost exactly an hour from the moment Alex had knocked on her door. Since she hadn’t caught him peeking at the time during the last hour, she suspected he had his routine down pat by now. One hour per lady. That way he rationed out his sexual favors but allowed for no hopeful thinking on the woman’s part. You couldn’t build a future on a platform of one-hour blocks.

  They stood at the door, awkwardly on her part, but he carried it off with aplomb. No doubt he was used to this.

  “Have a good weekend,” she said lamely, as if they were parting at the office elevators, as if they hadn’t just fucked to both of their satisfactions.

  Except she wasn’t satisfied.

  For some reason, she was thinking about how they’d laid together in her bed that first night, waiting for each other to recover but also drowsily touching and talking and laughing. That mostly sleepless night had been the most intimate she’d ever shared with a man, along with holding the record for the most times she’d ever come.

  Alex put two fingers to his forehead in a mocking salute. “See you around, Indira.”

  Who knew such casual words could be so heartbreaking?

  Chapter Seven

  On Monday morning Alex didn’t stop at her desk, instead sailing through to see Hank with a brief smile for Indy. At least she could respond to the smile now, rather than having to maintain a stony face. Being fuck buddies merited a smile, right?

  Now that she was able to look at him again, it was impossible to ignore how devastatingly attractive the man was. A clean-shaven jaw had replaced the sexy stubble he’d been sporting recently, but he still had that smoking-hot stare, the one that made her suspect he was peering down her blouse when she wasn’t looking. Of course, he was an adult and far too circumspect to get caught doing anything so gauche. Still, the suspicion was there, underlying all their interactions.

  She knew he wanted her—the same way he probably wanted Harmony and Jasmine and Catriona. He wanted her to be available. He wanted her to decorate his bed on occasion. He wanted to be able to visit Hank and not feel awkward or guilty. But that didn’t explain the way he’d behaved during those few cold weeks.

  Why would he feel the need to send her flowers and seek her attention? Just so he could go into Hank’s office with impunity? A seasoned womanizer wouldn’t have cared. Ray certainly didn’t. The fact was that Dr. Mehta was engaged to a woman his family had set him up with. Indy didn’t have to be told that the woman was from an impeccable Indian background. Ray wouldn’t settle for anyone less.

  It was time Indy accepted the truth. She was fine to fuck but not to have a long-term relationship with. Just as she fit in well with the other faceless names in Alex’s phone, she would never move up to primary contact status. If he typed in the letter I, the autocomplete function would give him Isaac Horowitz from the Facilities Department or his Insurance Agent. He wouldn’t reach Indira Sen. She wasn’t worth more than an hour of his time.

  * * * *

  Alex couldn’t resist paying Hank a visit early on Monday morning.

  He’d spent the weekend thinking about Indy, fantasizing about her, and wondering why he hadn’t taken up her offer of a blow job on Friday. Something must be seriously wrong with his head.

  Alex knew he couldn’t rely on next time. With Indy, he wasn’t sure there would be a next time.

  “How goes the campaign?” Hank asked as soon as Alex was seated. “Judging from the thaw in attitude, I’m guessing fairly good.”

  “Do you have cameras out there?” Alex wanted to know.

  “No,” his friend admitted, “but when I mentioned your name this morning, my assistant didn’t give me a laser stare, so I thought something must have happened between the two of you. Did she finally come around? Did you find out what the problem was?”

  It occurred to Alex, not for the first time, that he had been too candid with Hank. The man was discreet, and Alex trusted him much further than his position of authority required, but combining work and personal affairs had always been a ‘no go’ zone for him in the past. Look what had happened when he’d broken that rule for Indy. No, not for Indy—with Indy. With Indy.

  He wasn’t the kind of man who would violate his principles for a woman.

  “I’m not sure that she came around or whether I did,” Alex said, slowly picking out his thoughts as he spoke.

  Hank surveyed him with interest. “I didn’t realize you had a ways to come around. I thought you were pursuing her all out. You know, the whole flowers and attention shebang.”

  Flowers and attention. What did those things cost? Very little. Sadly, it generally took very little to turn the head of a woman he wanted. Of course, he also generally didn’t want to turn those women’s heads for long, just long enough to hook them. Afterward, he always practiced catch and release.

  But not for Indy? Is that why he was so troubled by his interactions with her? Not merely because she ran out on him the next morning but because he hadn’t been sure he wanted to cut her loose the next day, or the next week, or the next month?

  “I was pursuing her,” Alex said, “but that wasn’t why—”

  Why what? Why he was doing it? Or why they got back together?

  He didn’t want to admit to Hank that they had reconnected on Indy’s terms. She had him on the line now, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted her to cut him loose—not yet, at least.

  “Uh-oh.” Hank chortled. “Were you just about to admit that you weren’t pursuing Sexy Sen for the sex? Because that would be a very telling remark, young man. Very telling.”

  “Quit it,” Alex told him. “I know you care about Indy, and I know you don’t want me to hurt her.”

  “I don’t want you to get hurt, either,” Hank immediately said. “I’m not sure how you’re managing to do it, but I see both of you being hurt and neither one of you is able to figure out why or how to stop it.”

  “Uncertainty… That’s the problem.” Alex leaned back in his chair as he shoved both hands through his hair. “I can’t read her mind, and she can’t read mine.”

  Hank smiled through his beard. “That’s true of every couple all the time. That’s why my wife and I practice talking once in a while.”

  “Indy won’t talk to me.” Alex had a sudden vision of Indy down on her knees, her mouth filled with his cock. Who wanted to talk when doing that with their mouths was an option?

  “Have you really tried to talk to her?”

  The pleasantly explicit memories gave way to the more recent one of how she’d reacted to him when they’d met. Distant, in it only for her own satisfaction—the way Alex belatedly realized he’d treated so many women in his past.

  He’d never thought of himself as a womanizer or a playboy. He was far too level-headed for that. Pickier, too. The player-type men he knew didn’t care who they hooked up with. It was all a game of numbers for them.

  But what happened when the number became one, and all he wanted to do was make it a two? Indy was the one. He and Indy were supposed to be the two.

  How fucking egoistical could he get? Just because he wanted Indy didn’t mean she wanted him—at least not for anything beyond a good fuck.

  “She doesn’t want to talk,” Alex insisted. “She only wants to—”

  He broke off. No matter how much he shared with Hank, this was too much. Besides, Indy wasn’t a whore. She’d developed real feelings for Ray Mehta. For some reason, she simply didn’t have those feelings for Alex and didn’t seem convinced that she could ever have them.

  “Maybe Indy is treating you the way she thinks you want to be treated,” was Hank’s suggestion.

  Like a willing and ready cock? Like a goddamn piece of meat?

  Of course, those thoughts only came after he’d had sex with her. During—and this was part of the problem—he was perfectly content to be ridden hard and ride her delectable pussy in turn, to be thoroughly sucked off and to eat out her creamy cunt.

  Alex shifted uncomfortably as his dick started to stiffen.

  “You’re a down-to-earth guy,” Hank went on, “but Indy doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know you as well as I do. She knows you mostly by reputation, and what does that tell her? That you work hard and demand a lot from those around you, sure, but also that you’ve never been seen in public with a steady girlfriend. That you date around. That you can’t commit.”

  Alex could feel his face heating. Was that how people saw him? Did they actually believe the publicity pieces? Those were always so lightweight and superficial.

  Yet he knew he attracted women without trying too hard. He was decent looking. But he figured a big part of it was that he was the CEO of a hugely successful company. He knew some women were tempted by wealth and power. Hell, he was Indy’s boss. Her boss’s boss actually. How did he know she wasn’t the same way? How did he know keeping him at a distance wasn’t part of a game?

  Then he remembered that first night. That wasn’t fake. That wasn’t a game. They’d fit together perfectly, not just physically but emotionally. They’d been on the same wavelength—open, ready to see where that incredible night would take them. He couldn’t have been imagining that connection. So why was Indy doing her best to fight it?

  The inevitable conclusion was one he just couldn’t accept—that she was still in love with Ray Mehta, even after the way that man had treated her.

  Worse than that repellent thought was how it made him feel. What if she was really in love with Mehta? What if that was stronger than what she and Alex had shared?

  It made him sick to his stomach.

  “I’m crazy about Indy,” Alex said.

  Saying the words out loud should have scared him, but instead, it was freeing.

  “I know,” Hank said, deflating him. He was grinning at Alex through that preposterous beard. “Everyone around the office knows. You haven’t exactly been hiding the fact that you wanted Indy. Have you, even after all your talk about not dating at work and keeping your love life private?”

  It was true. During the past few weeks, Alex had been acting as if he didn’t care what people around the office thought, for the simple reason that he hadn’t cared. His feelings for Indy were strong enough to overcome his reticence about his personal life. Up until that moment, he’d been too blind to realize what that meant.

  “What about Indy?” Alex asked. “Does she know?”

  Hank’s smile faded. “I don’t know what’s got into Indy. Until this morning, she’s been pretty miserable.”

 

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