One gift-wrapped gold-digger angry at her fiancé, coming up. Now we’ve got a distraction.
At the Marina Bay Sands Hotel in the heart of Singapore, Alex and Madison took the presidential suite, ideally isolated from others. With Paco in the Merlion Suite, he was close enough without being on top of them.
Joy and Zane came with a whole new set of complications. Distancing them by a few floors would help shield them from the crossfire of potential messy events. Choreographing a semipublic breakup would take some maneuvering. Doable, but more difficult with Madison’s mother and Zane nearby.
Joy’s hotel butler met her at the front desk. After receiving hugs good-night from Madison and Alex, Joy was escorted by her butler to the elevator. With her out of the way, Alex readied himself for fireworks as a not-so-quiet Madison burst into character.
“Two days? I can’t leave you alone for two days without you snatch-sniffing around.”
On cue, Paco made a show of shoving them into the next available elevator. As the doors closed, his eyes narrowed on them. “Snatch sniffing?” he mouthed before the doors shut him out.
Facing Madison, Alex discreetly drew her attention to the camera behind him. She took it to heart, screaming, “God, you’re an asshole!”
He covered his mouth, shielding a smile.
Between the heat of her words and the throbbing in his pants, the elevator was moving much too slow for his taste. “I swear. Those photos weren’t real. I’m being set up.”
“Sure you are,” she spat out. “Because the master of conquests, Alex Drake, who’s sampled more pies than Marie Callender, couldn’t possibly settle for just one piece. What a joke.”
“Me?” He towered over her, catching every rise and fall of her heaving chest. “What happened at your bachelorette party? You think I don’t know about that kiss?”
Madison’s lips pursed hard, holding back a laugh. Knowing, he pinned her down with the weight of his stare, leaning his arm against the wall. Her look softened to desire. With a gasp, her parted lips sucked in a breath. He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth.
Fuck. We’re supposed to be fighting.
I can’t think straight.
Where the hell is our floor?
The elevator opened.
At their room, Alex let her enter before him, then slammed the door for effect.
Shocked, she whirled around, laughing shyly as he slipped his arms around her waist, squeezing her against him. His firmness ached against her body as he descended on her hot, supple lips.
When he finally released Madison, she asked, “Is the show over?”
“Just the public one.” Low, he said, “In here, we’re alone.”
Nine
Madison always lost herself in his hungry stare. Alex Drake was more man than most women could handle. Unpredictable. Calculating. Dangerous. Two steps ahead of everyone else.
Sexy as hell. And all mine.
In his powerful hands, her body molded to his desire. He didn’t rush her clothes off, instead seeming to enjoy brushing his fingers up under her skirt to caress the fullness of her ass.
The heat of his body seared through her, erasing every worry and doubt of the long day. She needed nothing but him.
Parting her lips, his tongue dove through with long licks and heavy breaths. Sliding his hand to her ponytail, he gave it a tug that woke a fire in her core.
“I need you, Madison,” he murmured, his low growl vibrating across her neck.
Lightly, her fingers slipped from his torso to undo his pants. His heavy cock fell into her grasp. Lovingly, her gentle touch smoothed his stretched rod, cradling its weight. The bead of pre-cum at its tip begged for her mouth, and she licked her lips.
His hand cupped her jaw. “Just a taste. I need more than your mouth tonight.”
With a sweeping kiss, he let her go. She dropped to her knees, eager to glide her tongue across his length and swirl it up to the tip. When he moaned, she swallowed him, taking him to the back of her throat.
Alex’s dick was perfect, massive and stretched long, with the delicious taste that was his and his alone.
She sped up. Her greedy mouth sucked him harder, laving the firm muscle with her lips and tongue. Despite her deep, fevered bobbing, this man was holding back. He’d never give in like this after today. His way would be splitting her wide and riding her hard to kingdom come. Pun intended. But you can’t blame a hungry girl for trying.
Moving her skirt out of the way, she tugged her panties down and dipped her fingers into her own wetness, satisfying her needs until he took his turn.
“Not for long, temptress,” he said.
His low words were almost enough to push her over the edge. She slowed herself, timing the swirl around her clit with each progressive deep throat.
Unbinding her hair, he shook loose her wavy locks before sliding his necktie around her eyes. God, that’s hot. His strong hands cradled her jaw as he pulled out. Light wafts of his cologne emanated from the tie, and her inhale was deep and noticeable.
“I need you out of these clothes.” Sweeping her in his arms, he laid her gently across the bed, peeling the garments from her skin and caressing each area of newly revealed flesh.
His tongue licked down to her breast, causing her body to arch as her nipple ached for the heat of his mouth. After a hot, teasing breath, he took her in a long, languid suckle.
“I need you,” she begged.
His lips trailed across her skin to her thighs. As his hands spread her legs wider, her body quaked. A whimper stuttered from her mouth.
Without warning, his tongue lashed at her swollen pussy, tearing her apart lick by lick, leaving nothing but the feeling of him. Bringing his tongue to a point, he entered her, fucking her sweetly until his licks moved to her clit. Two fingers now coaxed her climax. It was all she could do not to come on his hand.
“Please, Alex.”
Slowly, he pulled away from her swollen folds, placing his shaft to her tender entrance. Drawing her hands above her head, he pinned them with the pressure of his grip.
There, he stopped.
“You called me an asshole.” He scolded her with his deep voice.
Panting, she heaved out, “I’m sorry.”
He pressed the rim of his crown just inside, then paused. “You’ve never said that before.”
She needed him. Now. Aching but locked in position, her hips lifted into his.
Alex backed up just enough to withhold his penetration. The weight of his body pressed gently on her, keeping her still. His lips molded to her mouth, teasing, nipping, sucking.
And still, his cock didn’t budge.
“No, Madison,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Not yet. You lied to me.”
“What?”
“Don’t deny it.” His words whispered across her lips. “You’re the only woman in the world to call me that and not mean it at all.” His teeth tugged her ear. “Say it again.”
Fevered, she asked, “Why?”
His words were on her neck. “Because I’ve never seen your pretty lips lie to me. And it’s the hottest little white lie I’ve ever heard. Like the depths of our love is a secret.” He kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip and breaking away to repeat his demand. “Say it.”