Olivia

Alexander's eyes held mine, his gaze dropping to my lips. "I like the way you look in red," he murmured, his voice deepening. "But I'd like it even better on my floor."

I laughed, breaking the tension. "That was terrible. Does that line actually work for you?"

"I don't need lines," he said, reaching for me. "Come here."

Before I could respond, Alexander pulled me onto his lap, my dress riding up slightly as I straddled him. His hands ...