PREGNANT AND TRAPPED WITH THE CEO

ChapterThree

AVA

The elevator ride to his apartment is silent, but the tension is thick enough to choke on. Alex stands close-too close to me, his scent surrounding me, a mixture of expensive cologne and raw masculinity. My pulse thrums in my ears as I keep my eyes on the door, but I can feel his gaze on me.

When the doors finally slide open, I barely have a second to take in the sleek modern space before Alex is on me. His fingers tilting my chin up as his mouth claims mine. The kiss is fire–hot, deep-consuming. My mind is going blank. I can't think anymore. My body reacts before my mind catches up. My hands gripping the lapels of his expensive suit, pulling him closer. His hands roam my waist, steady but possessive, as if he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have.

Somewhere in the haze, I hear his voice low and rough. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first moment I saw you tonight.”

I moan, my hands moving to his chest. Fisting the fabric there.

That’s all it takes for him to snap.

In one fluid move, he grips my thighs and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. My back hits the nearest wall, his body pressing firmly into mine, and *f**k—*I can feel him.

Hard. Throbbing. Needing.

“Ava,” he growls against my lips, and the way he says my name—like a prayer, like a curse—makes my entire body tighten.

His mouth moves to my jaw, then my throat, his teeth grazing the delicate skin before his tongue soothes the spot.

I arch against him, desperate for more, and his grip tightens. “I knew you’d be like this,” he murmurs, nipping at my collarbone. So responsive. So needy.”

Heat pools between my thighs. I am needy. And he knows it. I’ve never wanted another person the way I want him right now.

I tug at his shirt, needing it gone, and he obliges, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. My breath catches. Broad shoulders, sculpted abs, pure sin in human form.

Before I can react, he’s moving again, carrying me through the penthouse, his lips never leaving my skin. My back meets soft sheets, and then he’s above me, his body a delicious weight pressing me down.

His fingers trail up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, and I shiver. “Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice thick with restraint.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements.

His jaw tightens, his muscles going rigid. But then, I guided his hand higher.

“Don’t stop.” I whisper.

Something dark flashes in his eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips—dangerous, devastating.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He leans down, his mouth brushing against my ear.

“You have no idea what you just asked for.”

And he proceeds to give me the best night of my life.

The golden light of dawn filters through the curtain, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets.

My body is aching in the best way. A delicious soreness that made last night feel like anything but a dream.

I blink, my head still foggy, my heartbeat sluggish and content until I remember where I am.

And who I’m with.

I turn my head slowly, my breath catching when I see him. He's still asleep, so I have the opportunity to observe him.

“The great Alexander Sterling” I mutter.

In his sleep he looks relaxed–boyish even. My hand itches to touch him and I stretch my hand to do just that, but I grab it back at the last minute. I don't want to accidentally wake him up.

Not yet, I want to bask a little in the wonder of being in Alex Sterling’s bed after he gave me the best night of my life. I smiled at that, he promised me an impressive night, and I was not going to lie to myself. I was beyond impressed. Ten orgasms in one night is a first for me. No wonder I can't stop smiling this morning. I let him sleep while I wonder what will happen when he wakes up. “Reality Check” my mind screams at me. He promised me one night and that night is over. Should I just leave and save myself any awkwardness or do I wake him up?

I stand up and walk quietly to where my clothes are littered all over the floor. As much as I would like him to wake up and tell me that one night was not enough that he liked me more than that and would want something more, I’m a realist and I know the chances of that happening are pretty low. So I’m just going to put on my clothes and leave –with my dignity intact, and that's what I’m doing, pulling on my tank top–

Suddenly, there's a huge commotion outside. I could hear a woman screaming angrily. I’m shocked, I don't know what is happening. I was under the impression it was just Alex and me in the apartment, the shouting getting louder and closer. I glanced at Alex in panic. He is still asleep. Do I wake him up?

As if sensing my eyes on him just then, he opens his eyes and a lazy smile begins to form on his lips as he looks at me, but it quickly fades as he hears the loud bang on the door at the same time as I do.

“Alex, Alex, open this door!” A female voice is shouting from outside.

He stands up quickly and immediately pulls on his shorts from last night.

The voice does not relent: “Who is she, Alex? Who is the w***e you spent the night with? I'm going to kill her with my bare hands. Open this f*****g door”. The angry woman is still banging on the door.

I'm in a state of panic and confusion. Is this his girlfriend? How can he have a girlfriend and still ask me to spend the night? The woman outside is angry enough to threaten to beat me. I can't fight over a man, even if that man is Alex Sterling.