Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida

ChapterTwenty-Five

Alessandra wokeup warm in bed on her monthiversary. She rolled over only to find her husband’s side empty.

“Drake?” she called.

The door opened, and Drake walked in carrying a tray of pancakes and a cup of coffee. He set it down on the nightstand next to her.

Alessandra stretched and propped herself against the pillows with a smile.

“What’s this?”

“I thought I’d do something nice for you this morning. It’s been one hell of a month. We deserve to celebrate.”

“Breakfast in bed? This is so sweet of you, Drake. Thank you.”

Drake leaned over and kissed her cheek as he handed her a plate. Alessandra picked up her fork and turned to Drake.

“Open up, husband. I have a syrupy bite just for you.”

He licked his lips as he leaned in and opened to Alessandra. Their eyes met as he closed his mouth with a groan.

“I’d like to enjoy a more delicious syrupy bite.”

Drake swiped his finger through the syrup and rubbed it on Alessandra’s bare shoulder. It was cool on her hot skin.

Drake’s tongue flicked along the trail he left behind. Many open-mouthed kisses followed before he pulled back.

“Now, that is what I call a sweet breakfast.”

“What if I want a syrupy bite of you?” she asked coyly.

Drake popped his cheek with his tongue, and Alessandra got an idea. She pulled her husband’s boxers down and swiped her finger in the syrup. He groaned as she played with the bulbous head of his stiffening erection.

“Relax, hubby. Let me take care of you.”

She flicked her tongue against his tip, tasting the sweet maple mixed with his natural saltiness. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue.

“Fuck, bella. That’s so good.”

After a moment, he pulled her off him.

“I’m still hungry,” he said when she pouted.

He swiped more syrup and circled her nipples. He leaned down to take one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling. She ran her hand through his hair and cradled the back of his head as he moved to the other one.

They took turns pleasuring each other until Drake’s alarm went off.

“That was amazing.” He grinned. “We need to have breakfast in bed more often.”

After their meal, Alessandra cleaned the dishes while Drake showered. He emerged from his room in a button-down shirt and slacks.

“What’s on your agenda today?”

She had hoped they could spend more time in bed together, but he was dressed to leave.

“I have to go into the office for a while. You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like. Maybe we can have lunch together.”

“And this evening?”

“We have a party to attend.”

“Is it another gala?”

Drake’s eyes turned dark. “Sure, bella. Another gala. Are you coming to work with me? We should get going.”

Alessandra grabbed a wrap dress and quickly fixed her hair and makeup. She was excited to spend the day together.

Alessandra was surprised when they arrived at Drake’s office. It was almost a carbon copy of the Walkers’ den. Clearly, Dick’s scholarly interests had rubbed off on his son. Law books and true crime novels lined the bookshelves.

She turned to appreciate the breathtaking view. “This is incredible, Drake. It’s so open and airy, the natural lighting is perfect, and this view is to die for.”

Drake stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck.

“I’m glad it meets your expectations, Mrs. Walker. Are you getting wet looking out the window? You screamed so loud when you climaxed, imagining an audience on our first night together. If you’re patient, we can fuck in front of my office window as soon as I’m done working. It will be your reward for being a good girl.”

She whipped around and saw the desire in his eyes. A frisson of excitement bloomed in her belly as Drake beckoned her to follow with the crook of his finger. Alessandra squealed when he picked her up and sat her on his desk, pulling her thighs apart and stepping between them.

Wrapping a fist in her hair, Drake pulled until she moaned. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his chest.

“I’ve wanted to invite you into my office for a while now.”

“And what is it we do in your office?”

Drake kissed her long and deep. He brushed kisses along her jaw toward her ear before whispering, “I’d like you down on your knees between my legs. I have work to do, after all.”

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Drake helpedAlessandra off the desk and watched as she sank to her knees and crawled into the space beneath. He was so turned on by the sight that his dick twitched painfully behind his zipper. He’d had this fantasy of role-playing the boss with Alessandra in his office for a while. It wouldn’t take long for her skilled tongue to detonate him.

Teasing fingertips ran the length of his thighs, and he groaned as Alessandra squeezed him through his pants.

“Are you sure you can handle me and focus on your work? I can be fairly persuasive.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to take it.”

Drake’s hands went to his zipper, but Alessandra slapped them away.

“Tsk, tsk. Keep your hands to yourself. This is my job, boss. And I take it very seriously.” Her eyes lit up at their turn of play.

“By all means, then, Mrs. Walker. If you do a good job, I’ll recommend you for a promotion,” Drake said, sinking into his role.

Alessandra slowly pulled down Drake’s zipper and reached into his boxers to grasp his cock. It glistened and beckoned her forward. Drake jerked when she kissed the tip. He clenched his fists to avoid grabbing the back of her head and taking matters into his own hands.

“Are you sure you want me handling this package, sir? It appears quite dangerous, and I can’t be held responsible if you lose your concentration.” Her lips brushed against his throbbing shaft as she spoke.

“Don’t worry about me, bella. I’ll be fine.”

He turned his attention to his computer and opened his e-mail folder. Alessandra proved she was up for the challenge. Pixels blurred when hot air blew across his tip. Feminine hands balanced on his thighs as a wet tongue caressed the vein on the underside of his shaft.

Unable to see below the desk, each sensation was heightened. Alessandra kept changing her rhythm and method. By the time he got used to her sucking the head like a lollipop, she nibbled on the sensitive underside causing him to jump. He moaned as she gripped his base and flicked his slit with her tongue.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Her mouth felt amazing, and he was determined to enjoy every second of the teasing pleasure she gifted him. “Goddamn… That’s incredible. But you’re going to have to work harder than that to earn your promotion, dolcezza.”

Finally, the wet channel of her mouth welcomed him into its warm depth. She bobbed shallowly at first before pulling him deep. She reached into his boxers, squeezed his sack with one hand, and wrapped the other tightly around his shaft, focusing her tongue and mouth on his head.

The words on the computer became foreign. His concentration became lost as he read the same line multiple times. His head fell back in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck… That feels so good!”

Drake pushed back from the desk, and Alessandra crawled out. She gazed up at Drake from under dark lashes, taking him deep in her throat. A guttural sound conveyed his approval as she hummed around him. Drake lost control seeing Alessandra’s hand up her skirt, pleasuring herself.

A familiar tightening began at the base of his spine. His breathing became more shallow. He wanted to prolong the moment, but lost it when she tapped the sensitive spot behind his balls.

“Merda! Get ready. You’re about to receive your raise.”

Drake erupted in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop with a wicked grin.

“You win that one, Alessandra. I’m not going to complain about the results.”

Drake tucked himself back into his pants, and the couple grinned at each other. It was time to return the favor. He captured Alessandra’s lips in a deep kiss, grasping her hips.

He lifted her up on the desktop and pushed the hem of her skirt up.

“Now it’s my turn, Mrs. Walker. I’m going to show you my appreciation for your hard work.” A knock on the door interrupted Drake’s plans. Alessandra quickly hopped down and adjusted her skirt.

“Come in,” he grunted.

Noah sauntered into the room, looking down at the stack of papers in his hand. “Hey, Drake, I’ve got papers for you.”

“Put them on my desk and get the hell out.” While upset at the interruption, he still had all evening to make it up to his wife.

At Drake’s sharp tone, Noah looked up and noticed Alessandra. “Hey, Alessandra. I wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” Alessandra asked.

A wide grin lit up Noah’s face. “Nothing.”

“You’ll see, bella.”

Noah couldn’t stay long, as he had other errands to run. He hugged Alessandra and clapped Drake on the back before leaving.

“I have a few more emails to send, and then we can head home.”

This time, Drake concentrated on his work and was ready to leave for the day an hour later.