Alpha East: Contrition (Unedited Version)

Chapter 8. Proposal

Antonia

She woke up to the aroma of breakfast. Stretching her tensed muscles, she gazed at the ceiling of her bedroom, trying to think through the haze of lust in her brain.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. However, rays of sunlight streamed through the clear glass windows, making her blink.

Attending to her morning ablutions before she faced him, she wondered if this was just another figment of her imagination. 

But last night was oh so real.

And this morning...

Logan Fucking East. In her kitchen.

What was he doing? Making her breakfast in bed.

What could she give him in return? She was nobody. Just another one of his employees. Her uncertainties came back in full force.

Is he looking for a wham-bam-I'll-blow-your-cock-under-the-table-CEO-secretary type of affair?

Mr. East could have any woman in the world, why would he want her? This was so ridiculous, bordering on insane.

If that was true, they were wasting time.

She barely had any sleep. Thinking of him. Aching for his touch. Her bed felt empty while he slept on the uncomfortable sofa in the living room.

Toni should have just invited him to her bed last night. It didn't matter if he left her first thing in the morning.

Maybe, at 7 fucking AM, with her out of his system, he won't be shirtless, cooking her breakfast in the small area of her kitchen while she eye-fucked him.

He would be gone. She would not be feeling this crazy want only he could evoke.

Sensing her, he turned in her direction, giving her a peek of his delectable toned six-pack and deep V, and bid her a good morning. "Breakfast is almost ready," he announced with a smile he only had for her.

Good morning, indeed. Her stomach roiled with what she was about to do. She was especially starving. For him.

She bit her lip before muttering a greeting. Thinking of ways to let him know she wanted him to fuck her now.

"What is it, love?" He asked while he carried a plate of bacon to the kitchen aisle. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

"I said, good morning." She mumbled. "And where's your shirt?" Her amber-liked eyes ran a path to his tanned exposed skin.

Amusement filled his dark gaze. "You are wearing it, Antonia." He pointed out. Her face flamed. "It looked much better on you." Striding to reach her, his voice got deeper.

Helpless, she could only watch him until his bare barreled chest hit her unbound breasts, her face craned up while her arms surrounded his neck. Her nipples hardened through the thin material of his cotton T.

Logan's warm hands caressed the small of her back, just above her ass and he pulled her up. Oh, God! He was a good hard to her softness.

She moaned at the touch of his warm lips on her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply. Groaning.

"Goddess, you smell so good." He grunted. She clung to his bare shoulders, again the tingles she felt at the contact of their skin went straight to her core.

"I want you," she said. Tired of waiting. Dizzy with lust.

"I want you, too. Very much." He answered in a pained voice. Showing her. He cupped her bum through her thin undies grinding his erection on her.