One Night Surprise Chapter 128


    Chapter 128 I Thought You Wanted Me to Stop


    “Well, what do you think passes for sincerity?”


    “I believe I should be asking you that question,” Alexander countered easily, his eyes sparkling


    deviously.


    Courtney blushed and looked down, muttering, “The things that go on in your mind—and right in the


    middle of dinner, too.”


    But before she could say anything else, she looked up to see Alexander standing up from his seat and


    leaving the table. “What are you doing?” she asked, her brows furrowing.


    He strode toward the couch, picked up a huge purple gift box, then returned to the dining table. He


    undid the bow that was around the box and lifted the cover to reveal the teal-colored cheongsam


    within. The dress was exquisitely made, with a high neckline that featured the fine embroidery of a dark


    red flower.


    “Since you’re going to show Hans and the others around Melrose City tomorrow, I figured you could


    dress for the asion,” Alexander exined.


    Realizing that she had made a mistake, Courtney secretly winced and wished that the ground would


    open up and swallow her. To make matters worse, Alexander had caught what she said and was now


    looking at her with wicked amusement. “So, what were you saying about the things that went on in my


    mind?”


    Courtney avoided his gaze. “I said nothing. I’m going to try this on now,” she blurted as she hurriedly


    picked up the dress and darted around the partition to go into the bedroom.


    Alexander smiled, clearly entertained. His eyes lit up as he heard the faint rustling of fabricing from


    the bedroom, which indicated that Courtney was in the middle of trying on the dress, and he decided to


    walk in.


    Courtney had her back turned toward him. She had pulled on the cheongsam and was now working on


    the sp at the neckline. When she heard hime into the bedroom, she bent her head and


    continued busying herself with the sp while grumbling, “I can’t quite manage to button this up. Is it


    supposed to be this difficult?”


    As she grew agitated, a hand slid along her shoulder and gently pulled her hair back against her nape.


    Courtney began to turn around.


    “Don’t move,” Alexander instructed quietly. Courtney went still as her breath hitched. She could feel her


    hair being tugged out from beneath the cor of her dress, followed by the sensation of the neckline


    loosening.


    “Oh, thanks.” Her lips were pressed in a straight line as she tried to look unbothered, but her fingers


    remained useless as they fumbled clumsily at the sp.


    “Here, let me,” Alexander offered from where he stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her


    shoulders, and as she looked down, she could see his fingers expertly sping up the neckline. He


    made it look so easy.


    She could feel his warm breath stirring her hair. No longer able to keep her gaze away, Courtney lifted


    her eyes and saw their reflection in the full-length mirror. The teal-colored cheongsam was closely fitted


    against her petite frame, entuating her curves with a sophisticated vintage ir. Alexander was


    embracing her from behind. They looked as though they had traveled back in time to thest century,


    and words could not describe the passion and the tension thaty in their proximity.


    Courtney swallowed nervously. “How do I look?”


    She saw in the mirror as Alexander tilted his head to look at her. His right hand fell away from her left


    shoulder, travelled across her corbone before resting below her chin. Gently, he turned her face


    toward him, and their noses touched as he whispered, “You look beautiful.”


    His voice was hoarse despite the short answer, and Courtney could feel the heat that radiated from his


    palm as he cupped one side of her face. She felt warm all over.


    As the sp came halfway undone, Alexander seemed to have lost his patience. His hand ran along


    her thigh, which was exposed beneath the high slit of the dress, and he nibbled on her earlobe. She


    could tell he was mildly irritated as he grumbled, “If I had known it would take this much work to


    undress you, I never would have let you wear it in the first ce.”


    Courtney flushed. She could feel her blood rushing toward her core, heating her up from within. As her


    breathing grew erratic, the embroidered flower near the neckline of her dress seemed to move as


    though it was drifting across a tempestuous sea.


    Seeing her like this when he cast a sideways nce at the mirror, Alexander could restrain himself no


    longer. He pushed her up against the mirror, and Courtney reached out to brace herself against the


    ss, the heat from her palms leaving marks on the clear surface.


    The back of the dress was scrunched up, leaving the lower half of her body exposed. Alexander’s hand


    was quick to remove thest piece of clothing that came between them, and before long, the sound of


    the belt buckle hitting the ground echoed off the walls like an erotic prelude. He grabbed onto her waist


    as he pushed himself into her.


    “Ah—” Courtney let out a sharp gasp when she felt him fill up her core, her breath fogging up the mirror


    and effectively blurring the reflection of their entwined bodies.


    “Does it hurt?” Alexander’s voice was strained and rough, like he was suppressing a growl.


    Courtney’s legs trembled, and she reached behind her to grab onto his wrist. Her face was flushed as


    she panted, “Stop—”


    “Stop what?”


    “Stop talking to me,” she forced through gritted teeth as she tried to keep her body from shaking.


    Why did he have to talk to her now of all times?


    Alexander’s eyes burned with humor as he drawled, “I thought you were asking me to stop.”


    Courtney knew he was teasing her on purpose, but she blushed nheless, clenching her jaw as she


    kept quiet.


    “Do you want this?” Alexander asked hoarsely as his girth slowly stroked against her core, eliciting


    another moan from her. She let out an impatient groan when he stopped abruptly, desperate for him to


    continue.


    “If you want this, say my name.”


    Courtney felt herself unraveling as he teased her. Her body wanted him so badly that it seemed to ache


    with desperation. “Alexander…” she cried out in a pleading tone.


    The way she called out his name—a raspy whimper heavily inteced with desire—coupled with how


    tousled and disheveled she looked in the mirror stirred something almost animalistic within Alexander.


    He made a noise in the back of his throat, and as an overwhelming sense of urgency seized him, he


    grabbed her waist, then began thrusting into her warmth. Courtney’s moans escted as his


    movements grew rough; she could feel herselfing undone.


    She was drained. Her legs were trembling as she begged and moaned, but Alexander showed no sign


    of slowing down. He pinned her up against the wall, unrelenting, and she felt him thrust into her with


    greater urgency, prating deep into her core. Courtney swore she felt the earth shake.


    They had navigated their way to the bed at some point, losing all sense of time. With one final thrust of


    Alexander’s hips, Courtney came undone around him. She craned her neck, and her back arched as


    she felt the intensity of the climax wash over her; Alexander watched as the light yed across the


    curves of her naked body. Her skin was as wless as porcin—erotic and beautiful all the same.


    The expensive handmade cheongsam had been discarded and nowy crumpled on the floor next to


    the bed. The delicate neckline had been torn beyond repair, which served only as proof of how rough


    and passionate the both of them had been.


    Alexander picked her up from the bed. She softened into his arms, weak after the ordeal. “No more. I’m


    exhausted,” she mumbled softly in protest, patting his chest.


    He kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse as he said, “You have to shower before you sleep, my love.”


    Courtney hummed in relief, then shifted in his arms so that she could restfortably while he carried


    her into the bathroom. She waspletely spent, and she kept her eyes closed as Alexander bathed


    her.


    Alexander held her in his arms that night, and he watched her sleep. There was a reassuring sense of


    comfort that seemed to wrap itself around his once-empty heart. There had been a time when he was


    convinced that life was meant to be lonely, and that he would leave the world alone, just as he came.


    He had thought of love as an intangible and meaningless illusion, one that was untethered by any real


    sense of responsibility or practicality.


    But when he found love, he felt like he was the luckiest man in the world.


    Courtney, on the other hand, was frowning in her sleep. She appeared to be dreaming, and she


    seemed distressed about it. “Jordan…” she mumbled, eyes still closed.


    Alexander stirred at the sound of her voice, and snapping out of his reverie, he tightened his arms


    around her. As he pulled her closer, he heard her say, “Come over here to Mommy…”


    His eyes widened in surprise, and his gaze darkened as it fell upon her.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.