The Billionaire Biker's Bitch 2 (4 page)

“Awesome! Later.”

Claire spent the rest of the afternoon alternately telling herself to move on and get pumped about partying with her girlfriends and willing the inter-office message system to ring with a call from Alex.
 

At five-thirty, the evening receptionist relieved her, and Claire reluctantly pulled her purse from the bottom desk drawer and signed off for the day. Before she drove out of the dealership parking lot, she made an unnecessary sweep past the administrative building. Alex’s car was still in his spot.
 

The thought crossed her mind that she might run into him later at Charli’s. Not likely, though. The place was huge, and there was only a slim chance he’d be there instead of one of the other dozens of clubs on the beach.
 

“This has to stop,” she muttered. She forced herself to turn her thoughts to what she would wear for the evening. Once out of the lot and caught in rush hour traffic, she turned up her stereo. The loud music occupied her attention as she inched her way home. It also drowned out the buzzing of her cell phone vibrating in her purse.

Alex surveyed the darkened interior of Charli’s as well as he could from his perch at the bar. He had the best possible seat to observe the room and the doorway. Not a man to bow to chance or unfavorable circumstances, he’d tipped the bouncer at the door with a hundred dollar bill and given him Claire’s photo, swiped from her Facebook profile. He gave instructions to text him, making sure he’d know when she came, in case she slipped in unnoticed by him.

He cursed himself that he hadn’t called her earlier in the day, but time had gotten away from him. When he realized it was after five, he tried to catch her, but the night receptionist said she had already left. He tried texting and calling her cell several times, but got no response.

Alex drained his mug and signaled the bartender for a refill. He peeled a twenty off the wad of bills stuffed into his front pocket. At the same time, he saw his cell jump across the bar, buzzing from an incoming text. Before he even checked his phone, he spotted Claire in the club’s entrance, looking around the room. Was she looking for him?

He flipped another twenty on the counter when the bartender placed a fresh beer in front of him. “Hold that for me.”
 

He crossed the dance floor with long, purposeful strides. The few dancers cleared out of his way as he headed straight for Claire, who now had her back to him as she made her way toward the hall leading to the restrooms.
 

Although his gaze zeroed in on her cute little ass bouncing up and down under her short, tight jean skirt as she walked, he was aware of the interested attention she was drawing from the single guys lining the walls as she passed. He managed to meet each of their eyes and glare them into retreat.

“Claire,” he called out, but she didn’t slow down, and disappeared into the women’s bathroom.

“Blasted music,” he muttered. You could barely hear yourself think in this place, much less hear someone else, unless they shouted in your ear. He positioned himself against the wall opposite the door and waited.

His face remained stoic as the door opened several times and the exiting females smiled brightly at him. One dropped her purse, waiting for him to pick it up. But his gaze never wavered from the door. The girl gave him the finger, scooped up her bag, and moved on. He didn’t blink.

The door swung open again. Claire stood in the doorway, frozen to the spot once their eyes met.
 

“Hi, Claire,” he said, and took a step toward her.

She appeared to snap out of her surprised trance and also took a step forward, letting the door swing closed behind her. “Alex, what are you doing? Stalking the Ladies Room?”

“I’m waiting for you.” He put his arm on her back and started to lead her down the hall, away from the restroom traffic, but she stopped before he could turn the corner to the scene of their first hook up.

“Not this time,” she said.

“I only want to talk, Claire. That’s the only spot in this place where you can hear anything.” He held his hands up. “I mean it.”

Claire stepped around the corner and leaned against the wall. “Just for a minute. I’m meeting Dani and the others.”

Alex moved next to her, placing his shoulder against the wall and facing her. While he wasn’t blocking her from leaving, she’d have to make a wide circle around him to leave.
 

“I called before, but missed you tonight at work. Sorry I didn’t call earlier. I was tied up in meetings all day.”

Claire looked unimpressed. “If this is something about work—”

“Of course not!”
 

Alex drew a breath. He wasn’t used to being on the defensive. He softened his voice. “I also called your cell. Didn’t you get my messages? I left a voicemail and two texts.”

Claire’s eyes narrowed and she reached into her back pocket to pull out her cell. She squinted in the darkness as her fingers scrolled the screen. She shook her head, and her eyes widened in surprise as she read. Confusion on her face turned to clarity as she checked the buttons on the side of her phone.
 

“I had it on vibrate-only for work and forgot to change it back. You must have sent these messages while I was driving home. My phone was in my purse and I had the music loud, so I didn’t hear it buzz.”

Alex leaned in and brushed her hair back, resting his hand lightly on her shoulder. “Claire, can we take a walk down to the beach? It’s so damn noisy and crowded in this place. I promise I’ll walk you back here to meet your friends afterward—and then leave, if that’s what you want.”

Claire held his gaze for several seconds before looking down at phone while her thumbs flew across the screen. “All right, but I’m letting Dani know to wait for me.” When she was done, she put the cell in her back pocket.
 

It took every ounce of discipline Alex had not to take her in his arms for a crushing kiss. Instead, he took her hand and led her outside and across Ocean Drive to the beach entrance. A few steps down a narrow path and over a dune, and they stepped out onto the sand. He let the moonlight on the water, the soft lapping of the waves along the shore, and the warm ocean breeze do their magic as they walked along the water’s edge.
 

After several moments of walking in silence, he led them over to one of the quirky lifeguard stands and sat on the steps leading to the deck. He brushed off the sand and tapped the spot beside him. “Let’s sit for a bit.”
 

Claire sat next to him. As small as she was, the narrow step forced their arms to touch, and Alex felt a pull in his groin as her soft smooth skin brushed against him. He turned sideways to put some space between them so he could keep his wits about him.
 

“How’s the writing going, Claire? Have you had a chance to get anything done?”

Her face brightened. “Yes! I’m only taking two classes this summer, and one of them is a study of the works of Henry James, which is rather dull. Lots of reading and analysis. But, the other is a creative writing class, and the professor is great. I’ve completed two short stories already. She gives us prompts, but we’re free to write our stories in any style or genre we want.”

“Tell me about the stories you wrote,” he said.

Claire cocked her head to the side, as if deciding about something.

“You said you wanted to talk to me, but so far, I’m the only one who’s saying anything.”

Alex nodded. “You’re right. It’s just that I’ve missed your voice, among other things. Maybe you’ll read your stories to me one day.”

“Maybe.”
 

When he didn’t say anything else, she started to get up. “I guess we should head back. My friends are waiting for me.”

Alex put his hand on her arm. “Wait. I do have something important to tell you.”
 

Claire settled back on the step.
 

“Claire, I’m sorry about the incident in the showroom. I never should have let Anna treat you that way. You did nothing wrong, and it was my responsibility and place to defend you.”

He took her hand. “I was only there at that moment because I had come down to tell you I was going to change the rules. I’d been stewing since the night before when you ran out on me at The Pirate’s Den. I realized that I didn’t want to lose you in my personal life, or as an employee. But when I walked in on that scene that looked like a proposal in action, and that twerp made a public spectacle of accusing you in front of your co-workers, I lost my perspective and focus.”

He paused. He could feel the anger of what he had witnessed begin to rage through him all over again, and he needed to calm himself.
 

“Everything after that happened so quickly. But that’s no excuse for letting you take the heat for something that was my fault. I swear it will never happen again.”

Claire looked into his eyes.
 

“Alex, you’re a powerful man who likes to have his own way. I like your decisiveness and your strong opinions. But I have my own as well, and I won’t have anyone directing my life but me.”

Alex touched her face. “And that’s what makes you so attractive to me, Claire. I admire your fierce devotion to independence. Believe me, it’s a trait not many have.”

His fingers traced her cheek. “You gave the job another chance. Will you do the same for me?”

Claire didn’t move, but her eyes shone. After a few moments, she nodded.

Alex stood and stepped down onto the sand, facing her. He extended his arm to help her up, and she stepped into his arms. His awareness of the moon, sky, and ocean disappeared as he lifted her up. Her legs closed around him. They met with open mouths, reuniting their tongues with fiendish passion.
 

He leaned on the railing to balance himself as he started to pull up her short skirt. He was oblivious to where they were. He knew only one thing. He wanted Claire at that moment.
 

He would have had his cock inside her the next second if a loud voice hadn’t broke his reverie.

“Get a room!” A group of drunken guys broke into laughter.

Alex quickly put Claire down and was about to go after them, but stopped short and turned to her.

“You know, that’s a good idea. The last thing I want is for anything to go wrong tonight.”
 

He pulled Claire by the hand. “Come on, Little One. I can’t wait much longer.”

Claire doubled over with laughter, and he practically pulled her most of the way back to the strip of bars, restaurants, and hotels. Alex scanned the row of lights quickly to get his bearings. He saw the entrance to The Del Mar, a landmark Art Deco hotel, and headed directly for it.

The moment they entered the lobby and the automatic sliding doors closed behind them, the street noise and chatter of Ocean Drive disappeared. They walked directly to the reception desk.

“I’d like a room, please,” Alex told the clerk.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re booked for the weekend. There’s three major conventions in town.”

Alex pulled a hundred dollar bill from his roll, folded it, and handed it to the clerk. “Look again. Maybe you can find a cancellation.”

The clerk spent several moments looking at his computer screen. “We have one room at our sister hotel, The Ocean Grande, which is one of the few hotels located directly on water at this end of the beach. The penthouse suite is available, for six-thousand, five-hundred, fifty-nine dollars per night.”

Claire started to turn away, but Alex pulled her back.

“Is it available for the weekend?” he asked the clerk.

The clerk checked the computer. “Yes, sir.”

“Does that come with toothbrushes?”

 
“Yes, sir.”

Alex whipped out his American Express card and threw it on the counter.

“We’ll take it.”

Claire and Alex resumed the position that they’d been in on the beach as soon as the doors of their private elevator at the Ocean Grande closed. Lost in the passion of their embrace, Claire was startled when the doors reopened in the lobby of the penthouse, and a valet was waiting to open the door to their suite.

“Welcome to the Ocean Grande. I’m Luis, one of the valets who will remain outside your suite during your entire stay. You can reach me from your room via intercom with any request for service. We’re here to make sure you have everything you need.”

Alex strode forward, still holding Claire with her legs wrapped around his waist. “Right now I’ve got everything I need, but that’s good to know for later.”

The moment Luis closed the door, Claire’s back was against it. Alex’s mouth covered hers and she tightened her grip around his neck. Her short skirt hitched up further as her legs crossed behind his back. Alex fumbled briefly with his zipper, pulled her tiny thong to the side, and thrust into her.

They both froze briefly at the moment of entry, as if relishing the deliciousness of the pleasure they’d been denied during their separation. Claire tightened her muscles around him as he drove up. Their hips rocked, but nothing else moved as they concentrated all their attention on the ferocious humping. What started out as gentle moans and small grunts rose with the intensity of their thrusting until they both screamed out as the crescendo was reached.
 

Alex leaned his head against the door, next to hers. “I’ve missed you, Claire,” he said, still breathing heavily. “In so many ways, but especially this.”

Claire nuzzled his neck. “Me, too.”
 

She opened her eyes and took her first look around the suite. Before her was an expansive sitting room with contemporary furnishings. But the central focus of the corner room was the panoramic ocean view.
 

“Wow, check this place out,” she said, and tapped his back.
 

Not releasing her, Alex turned around and walked toward the window. “Nice,” he said, and put her down, but remained behind her with his arms around her waist, as if not willing to separate their bodies.