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"Lick it." His voice is hoarse and rich.

I acquiesce, wanting him to direct me to the rush he's seeking. I look up. His head is thrown back. One of his hands moves behind him to the window sill, gripping the wooden frame. His legs part slightly. He's still fully dressed. I'd fumbled briefly with his fly, before he'd taken over, pulling it open, pushing his boxer briefs down and releasing his swollen cock for me.

I run my tongue along the length of it, marveling in the hardness of the dense root. I moan as it jumps slightly under my touch. It's mine right now. This is the moment I've longed for.

"Fuck, you have a sweet mouth."

His words are shameless. They're heady and hot and spur me on. I twist my tongue around him, lashing the head again and again with soft gentle strokes. I suck harder now, wanting him to find a rhythm.

"Ah, fuck, Libby, fuck." His hips move, faster and harder with each thrust. His hands leap back into my hair, cupping my head, using it for leverage as he fucks my mouth with long, even strokes.

I grip his legs. My hands hold tight to his strong, muscular thighs as he takes everything I'm giving to him.

"This is so good. It's too good." He pumps harder.

I suck him with no inhibition, taking more of him into my throat with each thrust of his hips. I moan from the sensation. I groan from the desperate need to taste everything he's going to give to me. It's so much yet it's still not enough.

"I'm going to fucking come," he hisses into the darkness. "Swallow it, Libby. Take it all."

I dig my knees into the floor, open my mouth wider and take every drop he offers me.

***

"Take your clothes off," he whispers the words into my lips. We're in his bedroom now, my arms around his neck. The intimate kiss we're sharing broken only by his need to have more.

I pull at my dress, freeing it from my body. His hands take over, undoing the front clasp of my bra before his head dips down to claim my nipple in his mouth. He pulls at it, wetting it with his tongue. It hardens instantly, the ache within it a desperate yearning that is now coursing hot through every part of me.

My hands drop to my panties. I dip my hand inside. I have to come. The taste of his desire still lingers on my tongue. He offered so much. I'd struggled to take it all. His eyes had widened when he saw it falling from around his cock, seeping out of my lips. I'd lapped it all up. I was greedy. I was unashamed. I was hungry for him.

"I need to fuck you," he says it out loud first but it's just a mirrored reflection of the ache within me. I need him to fuck me too. I need to feel his cock inside of me, giving me what I've craved for weeks.

I lean back, hooking my hands in thin fabric of my panties. I pull them down in one movement. I want him to see me. I want him to see how his hands and lips have pulled my desire right to the surface.

He strips quickly. His cock bobbing heavy and hard in the air as he walks to a dresser, reaching inside to pull out a condom. He rips the package open, tearing the foil in his teeth, dropping the remnants on the floor. He sheaths his cock swiftly, his eyes never leaving my face.

I stare at his strong, powerful body as he lifts me and pushes me back onto the bed. I taste his lips as he runs the wide head of his erection over my sex. I nod my head when he asks if I can take it all and then I scream from the bite of pain as he enters me fully.

I cry out his name as I fly over the edge into an almost instant orgasm. The brush of his thumb over my clit as he fucks me slowly is enough to push me, but the foreplay has been teasing me for weeks. Each touch of his hand against me, each word of lust that he's spoken to me, his head between my legs stealing my pleasure from me in his office. It's all been there, just at the surface, pushing me into this place I am now.

"Alec," I call his name into his shoulder. "Oh God."

He pumps himself into me, stalling as I savor my release. His hands cup my cheeks. His tongue traces my bottom lip as I settle back down into his rhythm.

"You're cunt is so tight, Libby. It's so fucking tight."

The words are blunt, direct and fall from his mouth into the flesh of my neck. The moist mist on his skin slides into mine. He pulls my legs around his waist, burying himself deeper in me.

My name tumbles from his lips and breezes against my cheek. His cock grows inside of me stretching me more. He takes my body with long, graceful strokes pulling me towards the edge again.

"Come again, Libby." The words are soft and break through the barrier of pleasure I'm feeling. "I need you to come."

I fly into the throes of an intense orgasm, clinging tightly to him does little to quell my body's reaction. I flail beneath him, my hips rocking, my legs jerking, my body shuddering as he rallies back, calls out my name and fucks me hard until he finally gives me everything he has.

Alec

What the fuck was that? That wasn't like anything I've felt before.

It's late. It's after midnight. I'd cradled Libby in my arms afterwards. I did it as much for myself as for her. Helping her dress, driving her home and walking her to her door had been hell. This is where I usually end it. This is when I delete a woman's number and call it a fucking day.

I can't.

I won't.

Not this time.

Fucking Libby Duncan made every woman I'd ever been with wash out of my memory. I can't remember anything but the curves of her hips and the scent of her skin. She is all that I want.

I finish my glass of brandy as I stare out in the darkness of the city that I love. New York is my home. It's the place I belong. I grew up here, learned about life here. I've met some of the best friends I have here and more women than I can count. The foundation of my life is here even though my parents moved to Greece years ago. Everything I love is here, along with everything I loathe.

I walk to the bedroom, turn on the overhead light and curse inwardly at the glare as it hits my eyes. I want to get in that bed. I want to smell her skin again. I want to remember what it felt like to feel myself inside of her when she came, my name a breathless whisper on her lips.

I walk to the bed, run my hand along the imprint that her body made when she laid next to me to catch her breath. I want her back here. I need her back in this bed with her legs wrapped around me while I bury myself in her cunt, feeling her milking everything I have.

I slam the empty glass down with a dull, vacant thud onto the dresser. I switch off the lights before rounding the corner to the main room. I pick up my suit jacket, slide it back over my shoulders, take one last look around and walk out the door.

I slide my finger over the screen of my smartphone before stabbing the elevator call button. "Hey, Jasmine." I swallow past the lump in my throat. "I'm on my way home. I'll be there in fifteen."

***

"We've made some significant changes to the book." Sharma points to the binder she placed in front of me when she arrived at my office ten minutes ago. "You should read it over."

I should throw it in the trash. Unless the musical has an entirely new storyline this thing is still going to hit the ground crawling. I'm investing more and more money in it with the full knowledge that it's going to run through previews and then close. It's a hot mess and not in any way is that a good thing.

"I've been to some of the rehearsals," I say trying to think of how to approach this diplomatically. "The musical is a piece of shit." Softening the blow isn't going to change that fact.

Her eyes widen. I can't tell if she's stunned because I've offended her or if I've confirmed exactly what she's thinking. "It's a work in progress."

"It's opening soon." I point out. "Any progress you're making needs to happen today."

She grips the handle of the chair she's sitting in. "We've added a solo for one of the chorus girls, as you requested."

"Shit," I mumble under my breath. I'd asked for that shortly after meeting Libby when we were volleying the idea of her getting a solo back and forth. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? She's made it crystal clear that she wants nothing from me in exchange for our time together.

"What did you say?"

She knows exactly what I said. "We may need to remove that."

"We're not removing it." Her hand taps the top of the binder. "We worked for days to add that, Mr. Hughes. An entire scene had to be rewritten to accommodate that. If we change it now, it's going to delay opening night. We'll have to push back previews. It's going to cost you a lot more."

Thanks a hell of a lot for pointing out that I'm footing this exercise in inevitable failure, Sharma. I stare at her across from my desk. This is my problem now. It's not hers. I need to talk to Libby about the solo. It's hers if she wants it but I know she'll refuse.

"What do you think?" she presses. "Do you want it changed again?"

"Fuck." I spit out. "Fuck, no. Leave it as is."

"Do you have someone in mind for the solo or should I be holding auditions?"

Libby's words race through my mind. She doesn't want to be singled out. "Do the auditions."

"Good." Her nostrils fume. "There's another matter we need to discuss."

This shit is never ending. I have actual, moneymaking business to get to. I need for this meeting to be over. "What?"

"It's Libby Duncan."

My eyes shoot up to rest on hers. "What about her?"

"She asked me for a favor." She nervously taps the edge of her knee. "I thought you'd want to know."

I'm not one to pass by an opportunity to do some damage control. "What does that have to do with me? You're her boss. You should be handling favors."

She raises both brows. "I just thought you'd want to know."

"Does it involve the show?" That's a fucked up question. Why wouldn't it be about the show? I need to calm the fuck down when Libby's name is mentioned.

"She has a contract with us and she's been asking about getting out of it."

What. The. Fuck.

I scrub my hand over the back of my neck. Libby wants to quit the show? That has to be because of what happened between us. "She asked you about getting out of her contract?"

"Not point blank or anything." She crosses one leg over the other. "She wants me to put in a good word with a friend who is handling the auditions for another show."

"What show?"

"It's for Falling Choices. They're going to hold auditions for the touring company. I actually think Libby has a good chance of getting a lead." For good measure she adds," I have a friend there I can talk to about getting her in."

"No," I say without thinking. "I'll handle it."

I will handle it. This audition can change everything. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone deal with this but me.

Libby 

"You think you can ignore me and I won't hunt you down."

The words echo through my body. I don’t turn around. I don’t need to. I know his voice. I know the low grumble that's woven into the syllable of the words. I know the sound of his need as it leaves his lips. I heard it when he took me to his condo on Central Park West and fucked me three nights ago.

"You said you'd keep it private." I push my lips to my shoulder, directing the words back at him. "This is public. You need to leave."

His response is a hand on my hip. He thrusts his body into me, his cock angling between the cheeks of my ass. It's covered in a dress so thin that he can feel every contour and curve. "You want to be fucked."

"You fucked me already," I whimper the words without the intention. My body instinctively reacts to his voice, his touch and the promise of being taken by him again.

His breath is hot on my neck. "I want to fuck you again, Libby."

"You can't be here." I press my hands flat against the display case. "I'm working."

He pulls on the hem of my dress. "I'm going to slide my fingers into your tight, wet cunt right here and right now."

I lunge forward, not as much from the promise of the words but the ache in my sex. "No, Alec. We can't."

His hand inches higher and I fall back into him from the burden of my desire. It's there. It's always there, pulling me down. It's a weight within me that can't be satiated by my own hand. I've tried in desperation for days to find the same pleasure that he found. I've rubbed my fingers through my folds while I've been in bed at night, imagining his glorious tongue racing over my pussy. I've pushed two fingers into my channel hoping to capture the intensity that was there when he slid his cock into me, stretching me to my limits. It was futile and frustrating. I need what only he can give me.

"Lock the door, Libby." His fingers fly past my face towards a large clock on the wall. "It's eight. The store is closed."

I move quickly, pulling the deadbolt into place. I turn off the overhead lights so curious shoppers won't peek in hoping to get a glimpse of the beautiful creations that the store is known for.