Chapter 169
Chapter 169
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His weight collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. The room smelled of sex and sweat, our bodies slick where they pressed together.
I ran my fingers through his damp hair, enjoying the heavy weight of him on me. There was something primal and satisfying about feeling his body completely spent on mine.
“Jesus,” he mumbled against my skin, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder. “That was incredible.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, too blissed out to form proper words.
Alexander rolled off me, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under my ear, gradually slowing as we both caught our breath.
“Your ass is going to have my handprints on it tomorrow,” he said with unmistakable pride.
I shifted, feeling the pleasant sting on my backside. “I’ll have to wear pants to the office.”
“Or you could just stay naked all day here with me.”
“Some of us have actual work to do,” I teased, poking his ribs. “Not everyone can delegate their entire job to underlings.”
“Underlings? Is that what you think I do all day? Sit at my desk while ‘underlings‘ do all the work?”
“Isn’t that the CEO handbook? Chapter one: How to look important while doing nothing?”
His fingers danced along my spine. “Maybe I should give you a proper tour of my office sometime. Show you exactly what the CEO does all day.”
“Let me guess, it involves the couch in your private office.”
“Among other surfaces,” he agreed, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. “My desk is very sturdy.”
I laughed, pushing his hand away. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only with you.” His voice softened, surprising me with its sincerity.
An unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest at his words. I propped myself up on one elbow to look at him, taking in his relaxed features and tousled hair.
“What?” he asked, noticing my scrutiny.
“Nothing. You just look… different.”
“Different how?”
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I considered this, studying the way his usual sharp edges seemed softened in the dim light. “Less CEO-ish. More human.”
Alexander’s lips twitched. “I am human, you know. Despite what the board might think.”
“Could’ve fooled me. Most humans don’t have your stamina.”
“Was that a compliment, Mrs. Carter?” His hand slid up my side to cup my breast, his thumb brushing lazily over my nipple.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” I warned, trying to ignore the way my body responded to his touch. “Your ego is big enough already.”
“Among other things,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I settled back against his chest, oddly content in the aftermath of our passion. This wasn’t just sex anymore; there was an intimacy developing between us that I hadn’t expected.
“Have you ever been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract patterns on my back.
“Italy or California?”
“Italy.”
I shook my head. “The closest I’ve gotten to Italy is the Olive Garden.”
“We’ll have to rectify that. Venice should be our first stop in Italy.”
“Before Milan?”
“Definitely. Venice is magical. There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic noise. Just the quiet splash of gondolas and footsteps over little bridges.”
I glanced up at him, surprised by the poetic description. “You actually have been on vacation.”
“I told you I had.”
“But you made it sound like you spent the whole time on conference calls.”
“Not in Venice,” he said quietly. “Venice demands your full attention.”
I tried to picture Alexander strolling through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual instead of his usual power suits.
“What would we do there?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Get lost in the alleyways. Eat gelato by the canals. Take a gondola at sunset.” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with the windows open, listening to the water and the distant sounds of Italian
conversations we can’t understand.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the image he painted. “You make it sound romantic.”
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“It is romantic. Venice is made for lovers.”
“I’d like that,” I admitted. “All of it.”
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“Good.” His arms tightened around me. “We’ll make it happen. Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light deserves to see you bathed in moonlight.”
“Are you always this poetic after sex?”
“Only when properly inspired.”
“Is that what I am? Inspiration?”
“Among other things.” His hand slid down my back, coming to rest on the curve of my ass. “My very beautiful, very sexy inspiration.”
I rolled my eyes, even as I pressed closer to him. “Now you’re just laying it on thick.”
“I’m serious.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. “You challenge me. Push me. Make me want to be better.”
“Better at what?”
“Everything.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “You don’t let me get away with the usual bullshit. Most people are too intimidated to call me on anything.”
“Well, it’s hard to be intimidated by someone when you’ve seen them naked.”
“Is that your secret? Mental images of me naked?”
“Works like a charm in board meetings.”
“You’re terrible. And completely perfect.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds our breathing and the occasional distant noise from outside.
“What are you thinking about?” Alexander asked eventually, his fingers trailing lazy circles on my hip.
“Whether to fix myself a snack. Sex makes me hungry.”
“Your honesty is refreshing. Most women would say something poetic about the stars or their feelings.”
“If you want poetry, you picked the wrong girl. I’m more of a ‘where’s the nearest pizza‘ kind of romantic.”
“I could order something,” he offered, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “What are you in the mood
for?”
“You’d order food at one in the morning?”
“One of the perks of being obscenely wealthy,” he said with a self–deprecating smile. “People will bring you
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food at ungodly hours if you pay them enough.”
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“That’s actually amazing.” I considered the possibilities. “What are my options?”
“Anything you want. Italian, sushi, burgers, Thai…”
“Pizza,” I decided. “With everything on it.”
“Everything?”
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“All the meats. All the veggies. I want a pizza so loaded the delivery guy gets a workout carrying it.”
Alexander’s lips twitched. “Consider it done.”
He typed something into his phone, then set it aside. “Twenty minutes.”
“That fast? Even for a rich guy, that’s impressive.”
“I have an arrangement with the chef at Vincenzo’s. He keeps his kitchen open late for certain clients.”
“Of course you do.” I shook my head, amused. “Do you have arrangements with everyone?”
“Only the important ones.” Alexander pulled me closer, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. “Like having the best florist on speed dial, or the maitre d‘ at every decent restaurant in the city.”
“Your life is ridiculous.”
“Our life,” he corrected, his thumb brushing my nipple. “You’re a Carter now, remember? All these ridiculous perks are yours too.”
It was easy to forget sometimes that I was now part of one of the most powerful families in Los Angeles.
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