ELENA

“Stay.”

The word left my mouth raw and final.

Alexander’s eyes flashed. In the next breath he had me fully on the desk—dress shoved to my waist, panties dragged down my thighs and tossed aside, legs spread wide by his hands. He dropped to his knees between them like a man who had been waiting years for this exact view.

“Look at me while I do this,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “I want you to watch every second of me erasing them.”

Then his mouth was on me.

Hot. Open. Possessive. He licked a slow, filthy stripe from my entrance all the way to my clit and...