Chapter 2:

The second the elevator doors closed, Alex was on me. He pushed me against the mirrored wall, one large hand tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist possessively. His mouth crashed down on mine hot, demanding, hungry. I moaned into the kiss as his tongue swept in, tasting whiskey and raw desire. His body pressed flush against me, and I felt every hard inch of his cock straining against my thigh through his trousers.

My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Heat flooded my body as his fingers slid down to squeeze my ass roughly, hiking my red dress up over my hips. The...