I pressed my thighs together, feeling another trickle of his c*m leak down my leg. The worst part? It turned me on even more. I was disgusted with myself… and stupidly, shamefully aroused.
The sound of his footsteps made my heart jump.
Alexander walked into the kitchen looking like s*x and power personified — perfectly tailored dark suit, hair still slightly messy from f*****g me. He looked at me like he already owned every inch of my soul.
“Coffee?” I asked, trying to sound normal even though my voice came out hoarse.
He didn’t answer. He just walked behind me, pressed his body against my back, and slid one hand under the shirt, cupping my bare p***y possessively.
“Still leaking me,” he murmured against my ear, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Good.”
I bit my lip hard, fightin
