Loving Alex (4 page)

James soon returns distracting me from my thoughts which
already have me slightly damp.

“You were longer than I thought you’d be!” I look up from my
chair as he walks across to the other side of the desk.

“I went to put the signs out and close the blinds. I’ve
checked and nobody can see in.” He glances at his desk “What’s this?” He holds
up Lola’s hand written note.

“Oh, Lola dropped by. It’s her new address.”

“SW3 – that’s some new address, it’s by you!” He points out.

“I thought that too! How much do we pay her? Maybe she has a
rich dad?” I laugh.

“I doubt it very much, why would someone with a rich dad be
waiting tables?” He throws the handwritten note back on his desk.

“I was joking…..I thought the same thing!” I laugh.

He shrugs his shoulders giving me that look again, the one
where he appears to look right into my very sole.

“Ready?” He walks around to me and holds my hand, “Let’s go
have some fun!”

I hold his hand tightly and follow, trepidation grips me
slightly as we move along the dim corridor and down the staircase.

“You’re sure nobody will be able to get in?” I ask nervously
as he whisks me along.

“I’m sure, stop worrying. The main door to the leisure
centre will be shut, it’s past nine so it’s closed anyway
and
I’ve put
the yellow closed sign out. Nobody will come in. Stop worrying!” He’s so firm
taking control of the situation in his usual assertive, but calm and pleasant
way.

He pulls me through the foyer and into the orangery. “Alex
Drake, you have no fucking idea how much you mean to me.” He kisses me deeply,
passionately, “come on….”

We enter the new leisure complex and pass the sauna, steam
room and Jacuzzi. As we go he makes sure the doors are shut behind us and drags
me into the female changing room. He’s full of lust and passion as he virtually
attacks my top dragging it over my head, then shoes and jeans which he unzips
and throws onto one of the seats, next to come off are the bra and knickers.

I’m feeling it too now, hot, bothered and desperate. He
quickly undresses and dumps his clothes on top of mine, grabbing me around the
waist he kisses me again, his tongue flicking against my lips I open and he
expertly flicks into my mouth whilst his large hands navigate their way down to
my backside, he squeezes firmly. “Are you ready for this Alex?” He breathes
heavily against my neck.

“I’m more than ready, as long as no-one comes in?” I
whisper.

“They can’t so please stop worrying,” he chuckles, placing a
light kiss on my forehead, “nobody will come in, okay?”

He holds my hand and pulls me through the changing room door
and onto the poolside. The pool that Maggie, my deceased aunt, my birth mother,
had designed is a sort of Roman design, mainly rectangular with a half circle
at one end, the shallow end. I suppose the pool is around 20 foot long, not a
huge thing but big enough for the guests to be able to enjoy a dip.

He guides me down towards a row of loungers at one end of
the Orangery. “Sit” He says in that commanding tone of his. I lower myself onto
the thick cushion of the lounger and look up to my lover who reaches towards
the back of the lounger producing a bottle of champagne and two glasses, he
smiles at me “Drink?”

“Umm, please.”

He carefully opens the bottle and fills two flutes with the pale
gold liquid, the bubbles fizzing to the top as he does. He hands a glass to me
and sits beside me on the lounger.

“You are beautiful Blossom.” He says as he bends forward and
kisses me again, I can feel and taste the cold wine on his lips. He reaches behind
the lounger again and pulls back with a huge ripe strawberry. “Open.” He dips
the fruit into my glass and places it on my lips. I do as I am requested and
take a bite of the wonderfully juicy, sweet berry smothered in the dry tasting
champagne.

“Umm, delicious.” I mutter, the champagne and strawberry a
heavenly mix in my mouth, tantalizing my taste buds and fuelling the feelings,
the passion that is bubbling within me, ready to explode.

“And very, very good for you,” he mumbles, “come on, put
your drink down.”

He pulls me up from my lounger as I place my drink on the
small table to the side. We walk to the edge of the deep end and he dives in,
so elegantly with hardly any splash. He surfaces and turns towards me, treading
water “Come on, it’s not cold!”

It’s been so long since I’ve been in a pool; I was never a
strong swimmer anyway but hope that I can remember.

I jump in with a splash, having never been particularly good
at diving. It feels so free having no costume on. I swim towards him, slow
breaststroke and once there I face him. He takes my hands and moves towards the
middle of the pool and I follow until he stops. “You can stand here” He says.

 Tentatively I lower my legs until I can feel the
bottom. He grabs me around the waist and kisses me again, slowly walking me
towards the side. “Hold on to the edge.” He rumbles as he duck dives down and I
feel him kissing my sex, his hands gradually pulling my thighs apart, his thumb
brushing over my sensitive nub, he surfaces he looks stunning, droplets of
water glistening on his olive skin, highlighting the well developed muscles of
his arms, chest and stomach. He smiles at me before taking another deep breath
and ducking under again.

I feel him on my sex, his fingers stroking, I am so turned
on, he’s so gentle yet firm, I throw my head back against the side of the pool
as he holds my waist, keeping me still.

He surfaces again and kisses me deeply, “Baby you so want
this don’t you?” He asks softly, his face buried against the side of my neck.

“Yes…” I gasp.

He pulls my legs around his waist, I look down into the
water and see his arousal, he lifts me slightly and lowers me onto him as his
length, he invades me, I feel so full. He pumps into me harder and harder, one
hand around my waist the other resting on the edge of the pool as the water
moves around us, I feel totally weightless.

I throw my head back, moaning as I do. “You’re there baby.”
He says, his voice husky as he continues to thrust.

“Oh, James!” I cry out.

“Ready…..together!” He shouts.

“Umm….James!” I moan loudly, crying out as I climax around
him, he pulls me so close holding me as he releases, his thrusts becoming
slower but harder.

We cling to each other, just holding on, my legs around his
waist, he holds on so tightly “God, I love you…” He says.

“Do you really?” I whisper against his cheek.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!” He’s firm.

“I missed you today. When I got home Muriel was just
leaving, I was so lonely, I didn’t like being in that house on my own, I didn’t
like the feel of it.” I mutter.

“I’m sorry Alex, but I needed to be here, just so that
Robbie could have a night off.”

“I’m so pleased you’re stepping down. Well, taking a
directors role. You can still be involved, just handing over the day to day
stuff. I hate the thought that when you’re working here and I’m left on my own,
especially at night.” I nuzzle his neck, the water around us so sensual
caressing every part of me.

He steps back and lowers me to the pool floor moving a
strand of my wet hair away out of my face and tucking it behind my ear, “I
know, but it’s sorted now, we can spend more time together but, I’m not being a
kept man, that’s not negotiable. I work and that’s final!” That look he gives,
looking into me with those dark eyes.

“I know. I understand, you will be working, just not as the
General Manager, not here at all hours of the day and night.”

He pulls me close again, holding tightly, we’re both
standing there in chest high water, naked, the down lights flickering in the
ripples of the pool. It’s so peaceful and I have really missed being in the
water, not that I spent a great deal of time in a pool, but when I did go
swimming with Anna, when she was younger, I really used to enjoy it.

“It’s got to be the right person though Alex. You understand
it might take us a while to find someone?” He’s being assertive again and I
can’t help but think that he’s going to drag the search for a new person out
for as long as possible.

I think carefully before I answer, looking into his eyes,
the dark pools and that handsome face, that wet messy hair. I know what I feel
and what I want. I pull him close and speak softly. “You know I don’t like
driving in London, that’s why we got Archie and I really don’t like being in
that house on my own. Anna’s going to university in October so I’m going to be
down here in a house I really don’t care for, because you’re always here, well
most of the time anyway. Can we sort it that we’ve got someone in place by
then? It would mean so much to me; it really would - assuming this
is
just more than a fling!”

“We’ll sort it as soon as we can, but it really does have to
be the right person, honestly it does. And this
is much, much
more than
a fling Alex, you must know that by now? And do you really want to trust your
business with just anyone?” Despite our passion of only a few moments ago he’s
so firm.

I look up at him, “No, not really I suppose. I know it has
to be someone we can trust, someone who cares about it as much as you.” I
mutter. It can’t come soon enough for me.

I start to shiver, “I’m cold, I’m getting out.” I swim
towards the steps and start to climb out just as the door to the pool flies
open noisily and a couple dressed in evening dress and dinner suit fall
through, clearly pissed.

James’ attention is drawn towards the noise created by the
couple. He turns to them and then looks back at me. I drop myself back into the
water, for modesty more than anything else.

“Skinny dipping…can we all join in?” The bloke slurs loudly,
the woman on his arm laughs.

“Get the fuck out!” James yells across at them, “Get out
now!”

The couple just stand there, staring at us both. James swims
over towards them and exits the pool just in front of them. Taking big strides
he faces the bloke. “The pools closed! Can’t you read? Get out!” He jabs at the
man’s shoulder, “Get out!”

“Okay, okay, we’re going!” The bloke holds his hands up
whilst looking at me in the water.

I hear the woman say something quietly,she starts to pull
him towards the door.

“We’re going. But if it’s closed why are
you
in here?
Having some fun with your
bit of skirt
!” He winks at James.

James points at me, “Because she fucking owns the bloody
place, that’s why! Now get the fuck out now before I call security!”

Oh hell! His face is like thunder, probably because they’ve
somehow managed to get in and then the poor bloke has referred to me as a
bit
of skirt
.

The couple stare at me and then look up and down at James,
his manhood on display for all to see, I’m unsure if he’s no inhibitions or
simply forgotten that he’s naked. Whatever, I smile to myself, I really do feel
totally and utterly protected by My James, Mr. Aconi,
The Bossman
the
man who until recently I could only have ever had in my dreams.

The bloke steps back, “Okay, okay. We’re leaving.” They turn
and he guides his lady friend from the poolside and out of the orangery, once
they’ve gone James walks around the side of the pool, his long strides powering
him towards me. He stops at the steps and offers me his hand, I climb out of
the pool and he pulls me towards him, holding me close, surrounding me with
those big arms.

“I thought no-one could get in?” I’m laughing at him.

“They were drunk and clearly incapable of reading.” He
grunts.

I laugh out loud, doubled over. “What?” He snaps, “What are
you laughing at?”

“You,” I push my finger into his broad, muscled chest, “you,
walking around stark naked in front of those strangers!” I burst out laughing
again, bending at the waist as I do.

I look up at him and he smiles at me,” You’re laughing at me
– are you?” It’s that incredibly sexy smile, the grin. I can see mischief in
his eyes!

“Laughing at
me,” H
e says again, “you’re going to
regret that lady!” Without warning he scoops me up into his big arms and quite
literally chucks me into the deep end.

I hit the water with a major splash and flap around, once
I’m righted and swimming back towards the edge I see him, now he’s doubled over
creased with bloody laughter.

I climb out of the pool and march towards him. He’s still
laughing hysterically, with all my strength I push him towards the edge of the
poolside but he’s much heavier than I expected and puts up a fight, struggling
I push and push until he’s on the very edge of the pool, with one last shove he
topples into the water, sideways with an almighty splash. Now I’m standing on
the side laughing my head off, pointing at him.

“Got you back you…you…bloody rogue! And I’m going to tell my
Father what you did, so there,” I put on a girly voice and stick my tongue out
at him.

He throws his hands to his face, “Oh No! Please don’t tell
Ramiro!” He’s begging and laughing at the same time.

I smile at him again as he climbs out of the pool.

“I’m really cold. I’m going to get dressed.” I shiver and
grab a towel from the loungers making my way to the changing room. James
follows carrying the champagne, glasses and his precious strawberries.

We’re soon towelled dry, dressed and seated in James’ office
with a hot drink and several punnets of strawberries which he’s picking his way
through slowly.

“What time’s Anna home on Saturday?” He looks up from his
paperwork.

“Flights due in at twelve. Lunchtime.” I look down, at my
legs, slumped in one of the comfy chairs feeling so sleepy.

“Will they be staying here on Saturday night? Do you need to
book a room for them?” He asks, just sat behind his desk looking at me, into
me.