Chapter Seven: Third time's the charm
Summary: It's been a full two years in the making, and wholly inevitable and unstoppable – Carly's worst nightmare.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Sexis fans! Last year (I can't believe this fic is a year old), Liason fans got the props, so I figured you guys deserved something, too. Minor things to note are that Ric and Alexis are business partners, but they are not romantically linked; Sonny and Carly are married.
Prompt: Mark… Set… Go!
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The first time was spontaneous – spur of the moment and completely unexpected. One moment they had been bickering good-naturedly about her tripling her fee at his next arrest, the next she had been laid out on his desk with her thighs wrapped around his waist as he rocked rhythmically into her again and again.
She had been mortified to say the least. She had pushed him up and off her, her face bright red as she tried to fix her skirt. Her hair had tumbled out of its bun at the nape of her neck, her lips were swollen from his kisses and she was still breathing erratically. The sight and scent of her was so arousing that, even as she babbled her excuses, he could feel his body gearing up for round two.
His pants were still undone, so she noticed.
"Oh, God," she squeaked weakly, her brown eyes wide.
He grinned, dimples out in full force. She'd said the same thing, just moments before as she climaxed, and he wouldn't mind hearing it again, preferably punctuated with his name at the end.
"No." She'd shaken her head forcefully and bolted.
The second time was inevitable – her office this time. Being a gentleman, he'd visited to return the panties she'd left his office without. It was a week later and she'd avoided him like the plague. He'd finally landed her when his brother was away on business and he knew that she would be working late in her office – alone.
She had looked like an enthralled deer when he let himself into her office unannounced and locked the door behind him. For long moments neither said anything. His dark eyes were hot and unwavering on her mouth. She swallowed and her breathing deepened. Her eyes had closed tightly and she bit her lip to smother a helpless moan when he lifted her panties from his jacket pocket, the black lace looking ridiculously feminine hanging from his finger.
That time, they'd remembered to use a condom, as they'd been in too much of a hurry the first-time round.
By the fourth time, they had acknowledged the fact that it was becoming a habit. One would pay a visit to the other, for one legitimate reason or another and, nine times out of ten they would end their meeting with him buried deep inside her and his name on her lips. The best times, however, were when she didn't have the excuse of business as a cushion, when she sought him out solely for the pleasure of being with him.
Days like today.
He hadn't seen her in the seven days he had been with Jason in Puerto Rico. He ached for her. He had been thinking about her and how to orchestrate their next meeting when she let herself in and locked his office door behind her. She hesitated just beyond the threshold, not because she was afraid that they would be caught, which on one level she was, but because she always wondered, especially when she was the instigator, if today would be the day that Sonny rejected her. After all, it had happened before.
But, there was no rejection today.
His eyes flared incandescently as they tracked her path across the expanse of his warehouse office. Outside, the busy sounds of the loading dock faded into insignificance as she stood before him, looking down as he sat in his leather chair.
She reached up and removed the silver clasp that kept her hair in place. He licked his lips in anticipation as her chestnut mane tumbled around her shoulders. His hands settled on her knees and, staring into her eyes, slipped under her skirt, tracing over the smooth flesh of her thighs.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
His eyebrows skyrocketed and an answering blush stained her high cheekbones. Sonny quickly unzipped his trousers and jerked her onto his lap. She rode him hard and fast, angling herself so that he hit that sweet spot deep inside each time she reached the hilt. He gorged himself on her mouth as he lifted his hips to meet each of her downward thrusts. Alexis would have screamed his name and more as she came, but she caught herself in time and bit down hard on her lip instead. He came with her, cresting so hard he saw stars.
He was so far gone.
This shouldn't even be happening.
He, who waxed lyrical about fidelity and the perils of betrayal was, yet again, an adulterer.
He was a fucking hypocrite.
Literally.
Even he could appreciate the irony.
They trembled in each other's arms. Something beyond words, beyond the betrayal of the sanctity of marriage, lay between them.
Whatever it was, it was fucking scary.
Love had screwed them over royally in the past, and it seemed ready and willing to do it again.
TBC…
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