Undulate (Alchemy, #2)

by Elodie Hart

This guy could definitely be a spankier version of Captain von Trapp.

Lucky Maria. That’s all I can say.

Belle stretches lazily in Rafe’s arms. ‘Definitely.’ She turns and plants a slow kiss on his lips before standing and showing off a hemline that’s almost as uncivilised as Maddy’s. Rafe follows her to standing like a man hypnotised.

He raises a casual, entitled hand and spanks her bare flesh. As he lifts it away, her skin blooms the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen,

her idea of lovely is her boss drunkenly thrusting his erection against that private place between her legs while groping her and eating her face off, then her bar is low.

So for the love of God, please stop fiddling with your hem, because I can’t look away.’

She licks her lip. ‘I’m not sure two consenting adults being insanely attracted to each other is the biggest problem I’ve ever heard of. Besides, luckily for you, I have a creepy boss kink.’

I’m typing away when I hear him say my name softly. I look up. He jerks his head to the side. ‘Come here.’

He doesn’t say anything. It’s better than that. He reaches out and slides a warm hand around my knee before sliding it upwards, his palm caressing my inner thigh. And I melt.

I now know the following to be true. The basest sins of the flesh can overrule the most elevated emotions of the heart.

My real fear is that she succeeds in pushing buttons I’ve never let anyone push before. Buttons that will detonate me.

Tonight, the heavy doors to The Playroom really do feel like the jaws of hell. The knowledge of the depravity that awaits me behind that gaping portal has been weighing heavily on me all week. The more I’ve stewed, the more these doors have felt like the point of no return.

‘I hope you can afford me tonight,’ she whispered. It was a fucking solid point. I do very well for myself, but Alchemy members are an inordinately wealthy bunch, and they’re all too willing to pay through the nose for the particular experiences only we can deliver. There’s a significant chance I’ll get outbid, especially once the hungry patrons set their sights on Maddy. ‘What if I can’t?’ I asked, just to see how she responded. She shrugged and looked me in the eye. ‘I’ll have a good night no matter who wins me,’ she said matter-of-factly. The real fucker was that I knew she was right. What a way to galvanise a guy. I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure it’s me thrusting into her tonight. Because, God knows, I have an itch that only she can scratch.

‘She’s all yours, sir,’ Ben says, releasing my arm. ‘Stick around, will you?’ a voice asks him. It’s Zach.

clench. I sense him pull away, sense the loss of his warm breath on my neck, but then he’s cupping and kneading my breasts and tugging at my nipples, pinching them and rolling them so gloriously that I moan. His mouth is back at my ear, and I’d give anything for him to drag it across my cheek and kiss me. ‘I would have paid six figures just to get my hands on these,’

‘I have you exactly where I want you,’ he murmurs,

‘Trying to make yourself come?’ ‘I need to,’ I gasp. ‘Unfortunately, you’re not in charge.’ He squeezes his hands between us to tease my nipples. ‘I am.’ I let out a frustrated groan and he laughs again. Excellent. I’ve gone and got myself sold off to a champion edger.

Jesus. I knew he was an edger, and he’s somehow managed to commandeer an edger army in minutes.

‘I bought this.’ I trace an exploratory trail through her folds with one finger, front to back, and she shivers again. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘I own this’—I press a finger to her clit—‘and this’—I probe lightly at an entrance so slippery I could fall down it forever—‘and this’—I tap the ring of muscle further back. ‘Yes, sir.’ It comes out as a sigh.

Everything feels flatter when Zach’s not around. I mean, what’s the point? I have no one to flirt one-sidedly with, no one to wind up.

I’m not stupid. I know how it looks from the outside. So does Zach. But we both know how it feels from the inside. And they don’t. So there.

‘Hi, sweetheart,’ I say softly to her.

‘Not a fucking chance.’ She pouts. ‘Newsflash. I have two daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.’ I lean forward. ‘Now get on the fucking bed and spread your legs for my cock.’

I pull out of her slightly. ‘But Izzy’s missing a pretty crucial body part, isn’t she?’ ‘Yes.’ It’s a hiss. ‘What do you need that only I can give you?’

‘Why?’ I ask, holding still and marvelling at my quite spectacular powers of self-control. I wait. ‘Because no one else can make me feel like this.’ I smile at her. That’s my girl. She’s right, of course. I’m the only one who can make her feel like this, no matter how loath she is to admit it.

Then I pull back, and say, ‘Can you feel it, sweetheart? Feel how good it is when it’s just you and me?’

A thought suddenly occurs to me. An unwelcome one. ‘Is it okay to have sex while the girls are asleep, though?’ ‘If it wasn’t, no one would ever have more than one child,’ he points out with flawless logic. ‘Just try not to scream the house down.’