#Chapter 149: I’ll be here

Alexander drove back to the palace one-handed, while his right hand took up residence on my thigh. I blessed him for driving fast, because my hormones were screaming at me and I could hardly stand how badly I wanted him by the time we were finally parking. It had been hard to pull myself away from him to go to work this morning, even knowing I was only going in for a half day and would see him again quite soon. But we had skipped our morning routine to make time for the doctor’s visit, and I for one felt the difference in my body right away. Without my usual serving of pleasure from Alexander in the morning, I felt slow. Tired and frustrated and anxious. And now that he was touching me—his hand had become increasingly active and was now stroking my upper, inner thighs with a torturously light touch of his fingertips—I was about to lose my mind. Once our bedroom door was closed behind us, he made fast work of removing my shoes, then my clothes, and then he hauled me straight into