I hear the teasing in her voice when she whispers, “Laundry day. I ran out of clean underwear again…And this time, it’s all your fault.”
Shit…This girl is going to kill me before my time in this town is up. “Open for me, sweetie.”
Without hesitation, she widens her stance, giving me access to the sweet, warm space I want to taste. When I draw a path of wet kisses up the inside of her thighs, she moans. My fingers slide slowly through her drenched folds. Fuck, I moan, too.
Her hands quickly find the back of my head and she’s pulling me closer. “Taste me…” she whines eagerly.
I grin. I knew she’d be a greedy girl.
My fingers skim down her sides and cradle her bare ass. Growling, I give the fleshy cheeks a squeeze. Sadie moans and her legs open wider. My fingers slide deeper into her crest and that's when I feel it. The slick, creamy wetness soaks my fingers. "You're so fucking wet." My mouth moves across her flesh.
She thrusts her pelvis on my lips. "You did this to me." She fists her hand in my hair. “You’ve been driving me crazy.”
My tongue circles her little clit and I relish in the sounds she makes, the way her pussy arches against my mouth. My hands grip her thighs, pushing them apart so I can drag the tip of my tongue through her silky folds. So much sweetness there. Her lust tastes like honey and I want more than a sample. I want the whole damn pot.
There’s a list of reasons why I should leave this girl alone. Why I should get up, walk out of this room and never look back. But I push those reasons aside. Because tonight, nothing matters more than the way I feel about her body and the eager way it’s responding to my touch.
“Oh god, Xavier…I’ve never felt this good before,” she cries. “It’s never been this good.”
My eyes blink up at her. Her face is twisted with pleasure in the half-light, one hand gripping the bed sheets for support, the other hand cradled on the side of my face.
She rocks her pelvis against me as the pleasure begins to peak. Her eyes squeeze shut, her legs spread wider. She abandons all control and the orgasm takes over. She goes taut. She screams.
As the climax fades, Sadie’s arms lock around my neck and she pulls me up for a stirring kiss that makes my thoughts turn to mush. “That was so fucking fantastic,” she whispers on my mouth. Then she kisses me again.
It was as explosive as I knew it would be.
Gasoline. Match. Boom!
Chapter Twenty-One
Sadie
I reach into the bedside drawer and grab a condom. I hand it to him. He drops back onto his haunches and rolls the sheet of latex along his hard, throbbing length. Watching him do that is so fucking sexy.
Lying back and enjoying the view, I run a finger down the corded muscle of his arm. He grabs my hand and brushes his lips across my knuckles. His cock is clenched in his other hand, angled at my entrance. He whispers into the darkness. "If you're not sure..."
I melt a little on the inside. If I'm not sure? I'm completely, totally, absolutely 100% sure. I can't remember the last time I was this sure of anything. I want to share my body with him.
This guy is a gentleman. He makes me laugh. He steals my breath. And any doubt I may have been feeling went up in smoke when he took the time to ask me if I was sure.
My hands reach up and frame his cheeks. My thumbs draw circles on his jaw. "I'm sure." Slowly, I lift my hips from the mattress and swallow his shaft into the clutch of my pussy.
We groan out together as I welcome his throbbing erection into my heated channel. My pussy pulses, stretching to accommodate his girth. “Fuck…” he grunts out and his forehead falls to my chest. “You’re so tight, darling. You feel so damn good.”
He feels amazing, too. “Fuck me.” My voice is airy and impatient. My fingernails dig into the bulge of his bicep. I just want to feel him moving inside of me.
He thrusts his hips briskly, plunging into me again and again. My legs lock around his waist and I throw my head back. His wet, open mouth moves along my exposed neck and I purr.
“You have an exquisite cunt, sweetie. Every inch of you is exquisite.”
I laugh breathily. “I don’t think princes are allowed to talk like that.”
He bites my throat softly. “Then, I’m not a prince tonight. I’m a bandit.”
His hands clamp down on my thighs and hold them apart. He pounds into my body, ruthlessly, possessively. It's not long until I'm hurtling toward my peak. And as I’m pulsing, riding the wave of my climax, his body tenses, too. His limbs go rigid. His breath grows short. His cock spasms in the depths of me as he pumps his way through his orgasm.
His thrusts lose their rhythm as he clings desperately until the very last quake of pleasure has subsided.
I graze my lips along his chest, up to his collarbone. “Tell me you can go another round,” I plead softly.
His cock twitches inside of me. He grins. “Darling, buckle up. You’ve unleashed a monster. You’re not getting rid of me tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sadie
A few hours later, the sound of a door slamming shut pulls me from my sleep. I re-enter the land of the living with a groan.
I’m sore and tired and blissful.
Gosh—the man fucked me to a pulp last night.
In all my life, I’ve never been so happy for a day off from work. I want to stay in bed and have Xavier tend to my body all day long. No guilt, no interruptions, nothing but the two of us getting lost in each other again and again.
I roll over to wrap my arms around him, to run my fingers down his chest and cup his glorious cock in my hand. To let him know that I’m primed and ready for more of him. But the other side of the bed is empty. There’s a sharp twinge in my gut as I realize that he got up and left while I was sleeping.
Immediately, I try to remind myself that this is just a fling. I promised him I’d be okay with that. I promised myself that I’d be able to let him go. But after just one night together, I feel myself falling apart at the fact that he’s still keeping his distance.
Be a big girl, Sadie. Since when do you get clingy over any man?
I’m independent. I’m self-sufficient…I need to pee.
Every muscle and tendon and joint even vaguely connected to my pelvis twinges as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
I’m not surprised.
I always imagined that Xavier would be an amazing lover but—wow—I underestimated him. He’s strong, potent, demanding, just like in my fantasies. But also incredibly attentive. The way he responded to my every moan, my every twitch, my every plea. I couldn’t have foreseen that. And I couldn’t have foreseen how good it would feel to fall asleep in his arms afterward. Feeling his powerful chest rising and falling against my cheek. Having his strong legs entwined with mine. It felt so right. That’s why it’s so confusing to wake up alone this morning.
I promised him it would be just sex, that his body was all I wanted. But last night, at the very peak of my orgasm, as my body was clenching and his arms were tightening around me and his breath was fanning the shell of my ear, I felt a twinge deep inside me, an ache for more, an ache for something permanent. And the feeling passed as quickly as it came, because logically, I know that Xavier and I don’t have a future together. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
Replaying every delicious second of our illicit encounter, I limp toward the bathroom.
The door is opened and the light is on. I blink again and again, trying to adjust my vision to the scene in front of me. A soft whimper moves past my lips and I think I must be having a spontaneous orgasm.
If the sight of a shirtless prince kneeling in front of the bathtub with yellow rubber gloves and pine cleaner in hand doesn't ruin your panties, then you must not be wearing any panties.
I’m not wearing panties. Or anything else for that matter.
A flurry of emotions battle inside of me. Relief over the fact that he didn’t leave. Amusement at the fact that he’s scr
ubbing my bathroom. And a generalized swoony feeling that makes my knees a little weak.
When Xavier glances over his shoulder and looks my way, I suddenly feel self-conscious. He tears the gloves from his hands, rising to his feet in one smooth motion. And now, he’s stalking toward me like a wild animal as his eyes devour every inch of my body.
“There you are, love.” His voice is soft and affectionate as he brushes a lock of messy hair from my face. His hands flit down my arms until our fingers interweave. Butterflies dance in my belly.
“You’re cleaning my bathtub,” I tell him. “At 5:30 in the morning.”
His eyes move from my face to my bare breasts as he bites down on the corner of his mouth. “I figured you could use a nice, relaxing soak after the things I did to you last night.” He smirks. His hand is still locked with mine as he draws his fingers across what feels like a hickey on my neck. “How does a nice foot rub while you soak in warm water and Epsom salts sound?”
Suddenly, it’s pure havoc inside of me. My ovaries are drunk. Tripping all over themselves and exploding and acting a fool. I can’t imagine what my face looks like right now. Xavier looks a little less sure of himself all of a sudden. “You don’t have other plans for the day, do you?”
Keening closer, I set a hand over his heart and slowly walk my fingers down under the waistband of his boxers until they’re wrapped around his heavy erection. “Well…I was hoping I’d get to spend some more quality time with my new best friend.”
Is that jealousy in his eyes? I find myself biting back a grin. “Your new best friend?” he asks, barely masking his disappointment.
My thumb brushes over his pulsing crown, gliding through the drop of precum beaded there and he shivers. “Your penis is my new best friend.” I rise onto my tiptoes to whisper the words close to his ear.
His body presses flush to mine and his arm bands around my waist to hold me there. He bites out a laugh as his body tenses further in response to my touch. “I thought I was your best friend.”
I lick at his collarbone, drawing my tongue down to circle his nipple. “Sorry, Prince Charming. After last night, you’ve been booted to second place. At best.”
His jaw locks. He grits his teeth. He’s smiling, though. “You’re an evil woman. I like it.”
I’m dying to taste his cock. But Xavier insists on drawing me a bath. He says he wants to take care of me, to make sure that I’m okay. And damn the boom-boom-boom in my chest when he says it. He rubs my feet, massages my calves, strokes me to an orgasm that has me clinging to the edges of the tub to keep from drowning in pleasure.
He’s sitting on the tiled floor of the bathroom, softly kneading my shoulder when my eyes flutter shut and I groan.
“Does that feel good?” he asks softly. My eyes open and meet his adoring gaze.
More butterflies in my belly.
Again, I try to downplay the effect he’s having on me. I crack a joke. “You’d better pray word doesn’t get out about your massage skills. You’ll put the masseuse at Town Square out of business in a day.”
He smiles slightly. “Your body is so tense, everything’s so tight. When’s the last time you had a proper day at the spa?”
I drop my head back and laugh throatily. He seems to think that ordinary women routinely set aside time for self-care. Like that’s a thing. “A day at the spa? Xavier, I barely have enough money left over for nail polish after I’m done paying my bills and setting aside savings for tuition each paycheck.”
“You don’t treat yourself the way you should, Sadie.” His eyes go hard. He’s angry all of a sudden.
“I take care of myself just fine.” Now I feel defensive. Well, so much for relieving my tension with this massage.
Xavier drops his hand from my shoulder and leans an elbow on the edge of the tub. For some reason, he’s getting really pissed about this. “You don’t get to complain about not having enough money when you won’t even cash your damn scholarship check.”
We both stare hard at each other. I don’t like the feeling taking root in my belly.
“I’m not going to just cash a check from a random foundation I’ve never heard of before. I have to do my research. To make sure it’s legit. The damn charity doesn’t even have a website. How do I know it’s not some scam?” I just watched my dad get pulled into a whole lot of trouble for getting into a business deal without doing his homework. I’m not going to do the same thing.
“You’re being silly. Of course it’s not a scam.” The words roll off his tongue with vitriol.
My eyes narrow on his face. I don’t remember ever telling him that I didn’t deposit the money. “How do you know I didn’t cash my scholarship check?”
He looks away and swallows hard. His Adam’s apple bobs but he doesn’t say a thing.
A feeling of nausea snakes its way into the hollow of my gut. “Oh fucking Christ, Xavier! Did you set up that foundation?”
He still won’t look at me.
This is bullshit. “I told you I don’t need a bailout.”
His eyes turn to mine. Blazing. “And you don’t have to be superwoman.”
“It’s not your job to save me, Prince Charming.”
A growl rips free from him when I call him that. “Why couldn’t you just cash the fucking check, Sadie? It was very simple.”
“It wasn’t very simple. It’s called due diligence. Maybe if you’d paid attention in business school, you might be familiar with the concept.”
“Oh you’re a fucking smartass, aren’t you? You must feel great about how smart you are when you’re sitting in this dank apartment every night eating ramen soup.”
“Fuck you!” I flick soapy water at him. I lean my weight on the rim of the bathtub, ready to get out. “Next time you set up a fake charity to exercise unwelcome influence over my life, don’t forget to give your fake charity an online presence. We’re in the goddamned twenty-first century, for crying out loud.”
His arm plunges into the bathtub, banding me against the edge of the porcelain, barring me from getting out. “You’re so fucking infuriating, Sadie!”
And his mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue sweeps past the gates, plunging deep, twisting with mine, brushing away my arguments. I feel my body going lax again. His free hand goes into my hair and angles my head the way he wants it. Meanwhile, my arms go around his neck. I pull him close. His body moves willingly, landing in the tub with a big splash. And he keeps kissing me and kissing me and kissing me until I don’t even remember why I was mad just a minute ago.
He’s on all-fours in the narrow bathtub. He reaches for a condom from the box on the edge of the sink. “Turn over. Get on your knees,” he commands huskily.
The water weighs down the fabric of his boxers. He pushes the sopping material down his thighs. I flip over beneath him and come face-to-face with the cracked subway tile lining the shower wall.
Kissing on my neck, he enters me from behind. My eyes spin into my head at the delicious penetration. “I never even realized that sex was possible from this angle,” I groan.
He chuckles against my spine. “I didn’t either. But with a girl like you, we’ll make it work.”
God, he feels so good in me, filling me, stretching me, stuffing me to the hilt.
“I don’t want your fucking money, Xavier,” I grunt, slamming my hips back to meet his hard thrusts.
His fingers crawl up the front of my throat, clenching softly. His teeth scrape up the back of my neck, electrifying my system. He groans against my skin. “Shut up and take this cock.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sadie
I’m in the office working on the proposal for the new Broken Cupcake locations when Nat comes in with lunch.
“Hey.” She offers me a smile as she sits in the chair opposite my desk.
I throw her a quick glance as I’m typing up the interim report. “Hey.” I’ve been enjoying the hell out of doing this research. The market is hot. The Broken Cupcake concept
would work wonderfully outside of Copper Heights, if the data is to be believed.
“Is it busy out there?” I ask, slanting my head toward the front of the shop. The lunchtime rush should be over but sometimes a few customers straggle in late.
“Oh, it’s nothing the other girls can’t handle. Is tuna okay?” She waves a plastic-wrapped sandwich in the air. “Or do you want ham?” Then she waves another.
She just said the magic word. I slam the laptop shut. “Ham. Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
She laughs and passes the sandwich across the table before unwrapping her own. Leaning back in her chair, she takes a little bite. “So, I didn’t hear from you all day yesterday. What were you up to?”
I bring my lunch to my lips to hide my grin. “I was getting boned,” I confess bluntly and throw in a casual shoulder shrug before taking a hearty mouthful.
My best friend starts choking. She coughs until her whole face turns red. “You were what?”
I roll my eyes and push my water bottle across the table to her. She’s such a damn prude. “I was getting boned, Natalie. Having sex. Being banged into oblivion and back.” Still not able to control my smile, I chew down on my bottom lip.
She grabs tissues from the box on the edge of the desk. “You’re such a dirty, dirty girl. Banging your landlord.” She whispers it, scandalized. After a beat of silent chastisement, her stern frown melts into a Cheshire grin. She leans forward, both elbows on the desk, her lips parted in anticipation. “So…how was it?”
My heart pounds at the mere thought of it. “It was…it was…it was more than just sex, Natalie.” I reach across the desk and grab both her hands. “It was profound, intense.” I search for the perfect analogy to describe the experience. “It was like, like a spiritual development workshop. For my vagina. And his penis.” I’m gushing like a fool and I don’t mind one bit.
She falls back in her chair laughing. “Well, wow.” She scrunches up her nose like she’s embarrassed to ask. “Does he have a big—y’know…?”
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