Chapter 122

The doorbell rang just as Charles and I were finishing our meal. He answered and let in a young woman who looked barely out of her teens.

“Um, hi,” she murmured, fiddling with her purse. “I-is Theo here?”

“Ah, you must be Theo’s girlfriend.” Charles opened the door wider, and she entered, looking nervous.

When she passed him, she scooted wide to give him room, but I saw her nostrils flare as she took in his scent. She might be nervous around an alpha, but she liked what she smelled.

A momentary flare of jealousy ripped through me, but Charles shut the door and returned to my side, slipping an arm around me. He was visually telling her he was taken by me. I relaxed into his side.

“That’s his door,” Charles said, pointing at the interior door to the guards’ apartment.

“Oh. Uh. Thanks.” She smiled at each of us shyly. “I’m Violet. Nice to meet you. And, um, sorry to disturb you.”

She knocked on the door and stood waiting, still clearly nervous. In most circumstances, I might have tried to make her more comfortable. But she’d eyed my man.

“I just got done with my job,” she tacked on, obviously trying to dispel her nerves by making small talk. “I’m a nanny for one of the governor’s aides.” Her gaze took in Charles’ arm around me. “Do you two like kids? I’ve only got another year left with that family. I’d love to work near Theo, so if you’re planning on them—”

“Violet! Hi.” Theo opened the door, cutting her off.

She pecked a kiss on his cheek and scurried out of our apartment and into his.

“Thanks,” Theo said to us, then he shut the door again.

“Speaking of kids,” Charles said to the skin just below my ear. “I’ve forgotten. How are babies made again?”

“That’s not sexy,” I said, stuffing him away from me.

He chuckled and pulled me back closer. “Please? I really don’t know. Why don’t you walk me through the process step by step? Give me hands-on tutoring.”

While he spoke, he slipped his hands under the fabric of my shirt. His fingertips slid along the silky fabric of my bra. Under this, my nipples hardened, pushing back against his touch, begging him to play.

Charles obeyed by first running his fingers around the edge of the nipples, circling them until they stood out like little buttons. Then he gently tweaked them. When my breath caught, he squeezed until I squirmed.

“Bedroom. Now,” came his whispered order.

I guess Wendy’s imagination was correct. He could take charge in the bedroom.

Like he obeyed my body, I obeyed him. He followed along at my back, keeping his hands on my breasts. Once the bedroom door was closed, he lifted my shirt over my head and started kissing down my neck and along my shoulder.

I sighed and tipped my head, giving my whole neck up to Charles. Already, my body thrummed with heat, excited for where this was going. I needed the closeness with him today.

Maybe it had been talking about sex with Wendy at lunch, or maybe the way she was looking at Theo was contagious. Perhaps it was all a result of the way Violet had looked at Charles when she entered the house. Whatever it was, I needed him so badly I was already wet, and he hadn’t even touched me down there.

“Turn around so that I can look in your eyes,” he demanded.

I spun, staying close to him so that my bare breasts brushed across his chest. He closed his eyes and made a purring noise at the back of his throat.

“Undress me,” he requested.

I kissed him deeply, closing my eyes and drinking in his vetiver scent. All the while, my hands worked the button of his dress shirt, starting at his neck and working downward. When I reached the line where his shirt met his pants, I switched to working on his belt buckle and then the fasteners on his pants and his zipper.

On my way down the zipper, my hand brushed along the length of his erection. He was as ready for me as I was for him. Our kissing started to break apart as both of our breathing grew harsher, and it was necessary to take deeper breaths. This allowed him to nibble at my earlobes and for me to place gentle kisses across his chest.

I slipped my hands through the slot in his boxers, gently cupping his balls. He groaned into my shoulder. Immediately, his hands worked their way up underneath my skirt, pushing aside my underwear.

“You’re so wet,” he gasped, fingering my slit.

“I know,” I said. “I want you.”

He grunted and pulled his hands away, using them to spin me around and pushing me to the bed. In a swift tug, he hiked my skirt up over my hips. Charles pulled his pants just below his hips and pushed aside my underwear, thrusting deep inside me from behind.

Heat and desire search through my body. No wonder Wendy had wanted to know if we did it with him commanding me. With him in charge, he pounded into me from behind. There was something primal about it.

I gasped into the covers of the bed, gripping them and holding on for the ride. Despite the vigor with which he thrust at me, my hips pressed themselves into his, begging for him to thrust ever deeper. As if the slap of his balls against my body weren’t indication enough that he had gone in deep.

My tiptoes dug into the carpet, trying to find a grip so that I could push even harder against him. I needed him. Oh, God. I needed him so badly that my body ached with the desire.

Why? What was this desperation springing from?

Without really meaning to, thoughts of children popped into my mind. It was probably Violet’s fault for mentioning the nannying thing and then nagging us to see if we would be having children as if I wanted a baby.

Somehow, in response to that thought, my body pressed harder back into Charles, my legs spreading wider, welcoming him. My wetness spread all over both of us. I was making a freaking mess.

Oh, my Goddess!

I gripped the covers for a whole new reason. Oh, dear goddess. No wonder I was so turned on.

The math flashed through my head like lightning, warning me. I was probably ovulating. It would be about the right time in my cycle.

Charles gripped my hips, his speed increasing. My body wiggled against his erection, desperate to find pleasure. Like the first till on a roller coaster, I could see the top. I needed to get there. I needed to drop down the other side and feel that rush.

And suddenly, a sick feeling set up in the pit of my stomach. If I was ovulating, and he came inside me, what if I got pregnant? All of those horrible thoughts from before about the possible danger and the repercussions rushed through my head, killing my rush and leaving nothing but dread in its place.

Suddenly, my orgasm didn’t matter. I couldn’t have him inside me when he came.

He started to grow frantic.

I twisted, pretending that I was having an orgasm of my own and deliberately pulling my hips away from his cock. He fumbled, trying to get himself back inside.

I didn’t let him, clapping my legs together and shoving myself into the bed as if in the throes of a massive orgasm. He gripped himself with his hand and finished, his hot essence spattering all over my hip and legs.

Charles flopped down on the bed beside me, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “What was that all about?” he asked.

I fumbled for the words and settled on honesty. “I have no idea what came over me,” I admitted. “That was...” I took a deep breath and let it out. “Intense.”

Guilt gripped my stomach. I’d never faked with Charles in bed before. And now it felt like a lie between us.