Alex took over the kiss like a predator claiming its prey, his lips hot and hungry against Sophie's, tasting her like she was the last drop of honey in a freaking drought. A low growl—no, not a growl, a rumble—built in his chest, vibrating through her body as his tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring her with a primal intensity that made her knees buckle. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp, and she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her from drowning.
Sophie’s hands clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric, but before she could tear it off—
*Bzzzt. Bzzzt.*
The sharp vibration of his phone on the bar counter shattered the moment like a gunshot. They jerked apart, both panting, their lips swollen and glistening. Sophie’s face burned crimson as the reality of what they’d just done hit her like a freight train.
She’d kissed Alex fucking Donald. No—she’d *devoured* him.
Alex cursed under his breath, a guttural sound that did things to her she wasn’t ready to admit.
“Give me a second,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. Sophie nodded stiffly, her chest heaving as she wiped her damp palms on her white shirt, leaving streaks of her arousal on the fabric.
He turned away, grabbing the phone with a snarl. “What?” His tone was sharp, but Sophie could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his knuckles whitened as he gripped the device.
“Alex! Where the hell are you?” Richard’s voice barked through the phone, loud and impatient. Sophie recognized it instantly, it was Alex’s best friend and business partner, the one who always seemed to be hovering around like a fly on shit.
“I’m home,” Alex snapped, his jaw clenched.
“Home?” Richard sounded baffled. I thought you went to take a leak or something, but you just vanished.”
“I had something to take care of,” Alex said, his tone dripping with dismissal.
There was a pause, then— “Wait. You’re with someone?” Richard’s voice turned theatrical, shrill with curiosity. “Oh my God, *who*? Don’t tell me—”
“Goodnight, Richard,” Alex cut him off with a growl, slamming the phone down on the counter so hard it made Sophie flinch.
She chewed on her bottom lip, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of their kiss. She should say something. She should leave. But before she could even think about moving, Alex turned back to her, his eyes dark and predatory, a feral gleam in their depths.
“We’re not done,” he murmured, stalking toward her like a wolf closing in on its prey.
Sophie’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, his scent—musky and wild—filling her lungs. “Mr. Donald, I—”
Her words were swallowed by his lips crashing into hers again, harder this time, hungrier. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her flush against him until she could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing into her stomach. She gasped into his mouth, the sound igniting something primal in him as his grip tightened possessively.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her lips, his breath hot and ragged.
Sophie opened her mouth to say *this is a bad idea*, but the words died in her throat as her body betrayed her. Instead, her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.
That was all the invitation Alex needed.
With a low growl, he lifted her off the stool like she weighed nothing, one hand gripping her ass as the other cradled her back. Sophie yelped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her core grinding against the hard length of him. “Alex—”
“Shh,” he hushed her, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers spiraling down her spine. He carried her effortlessly toward the bedroom, his lips trailing along her jawline, nipping and sucking at her skin in a way that made her arch against him.
By the time they reached the bed, Sophie wasn’t thinking about consequences anymore. She wasn’t thinking about him being her boss or the fact that this was probably the worst decision she’d ever made. She was too lost in the way his teeth grazed her neck, claiming her as his own, marking her in a way that felt so good.
Alex laid her down on the bed with a gentleness that surprised her, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart stutter. For a moment, he just stared at her, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his irises flickering with something inhuman—something *wild*.
And then he was on her, his lips crashing into hers again as his hands roamed her body, tearing at her clothes like they were nothing more than paper. Sophie moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
“Damn,” he growled, pulling away just long enough to yank her shirt over her head and toss it aside. His eyes raked over her like he was starving and she was the fucking feast. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her again, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck and chest until he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue until she was gasping his name.
“Alex—oh God,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against him as his hand slid between her thighs, finding her already soaked through her panties.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, slipping a finger under the fabric and sliding it through her folds. Sophie moaned, arching into his touch as he teased her with slow, deliberate strokes. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he added another finger, stretching her just enough to make her cry out.
But Alex wasn’t done. With a growl that sent shivers down her spine, he pulled away long enough to yank off the rest of her clothes and toss them aside before stripping off his own. Sophie’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him—all hard muscle and raw power.
He knelt between her thighs, his eyes locking onto hers as he slid through her slick folds. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“I want it,” Sophie panted, her body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Alex—take me.”
That was all he needed to hear. With a low growl that was more animal than human, he thrust into her in one smooth stroke, filling her completely until she was gasping his name.
“F*ck,” Alex groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, setting a pace that was both punishing and perfect. Sophie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust as he claimed her body with an intensity that left no doubt who she belonged to.
