Page 46 of Destroyed

And now, while he’s in the shower, I permit myself to soak it in thoroughly. Xavier survived an attempted murder, one that was meant to send the rest of us a message while taking his life. But they hadn’t succeeded. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Because now I have him fully back with me. And not the half-ass Xanaxed version, but the one I fell for months ago.

I smile now as I settle on his bed and grab my phone to text my assistant.

Me:I’m sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I promise to fill you in. Thank you for stepping up this week.

Truth be told, I’ll never be able to fill her in completely, as I’m not even sure she’d believe me. ‘Yeah, so I haven’t been focused on work because my boyfriend is a target for some type of criminal organization, and oh, also, they may try to kill me too.’

It's not exactly your regular office conversation. Nevertheless, I have to tell her why I’m not diligent about all our upcoming events.

I move on to my thread with Riley next.

Me:Please tell Sebastian thanks for me.

Riley:Are you having a good time “catching up??” ??

Me:Yeah. I have been avoiding asking him any details, I think it feels too intense. But at least now he doesn’t hate me anymore.

Riley:He never hated you, C.

Me:See you later?

Riley:Of course.

I hear Xavier’s electric razor in the bathroom and stand to get dressed. Suddenly, Xavier peeks his head out of his bathroom. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was going to make myself decent. The guys are coming over later, right?”

“Yes,” he smiles, “but that doesn’t mean you need clothes on.”

I pull on leggings from my bag and stand behind him so we can both look at our reflections in the bathroom mirror.

“You know,” I start, “we haven’t really talked about what last night was about. Do we need to be prepared for more?”

Xavier turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I’m still naked from the waist up. He looks down and then rubs his bare chest against my tits. “You never have to worry with me around Butterfly.”

I laugh, “Yeah, but you and I both know I have a job and a life, and it’s not like we’re together 24/7.”

“So let’s change that,” he says.

“Change what?” I ask. “You want me to quit my job?”

“No,” he laughs, “I want you to move in with me. Get rid of your place. Let me take better care of you.”

I’m taken aback; I wasn’t expecting this type of conversation when I kicked this off. “I don’t know, Xavier. I’ve been in my apartment since I moved to the city, and it has a lot of art and memories…” I’m stalling because I hadn’t considered us moving in together, especially not recently.

“So let’s make my place filled to the brim with artwork. Let’s curate a gallery here.” He kisses my nose. “And we will make more memories - together - starting right now.” He hoists my legs up then, linking them around his waist, and he turns me so I’m on the edge of the counter.

“Let me think about it?” I ask, rubbing my hands over his chest.

“Of course,” he says, then plunges his hands into my hair, pulling my head to the side. I groan softly, loving the exposure and the feel of his hands on my body as they travel down my front. He is wrapped in a towel, but I already see and feel his erection growing.

“Here?” I ask. “Your bed is like five steps away.”

“Yes,” he growls, now placing his thumb on my opening, which is growing hotter and wetter by the second. Despite the layer of the leggings, my body instantly responds to him.

“Yes,” I sigh and let him lift me from the counter to ease off my leggings. “Be careful,” I whisper, worrying again about his thigh.

“You just worry about how we’re going to tell your sister you’re moving in with me,” he says, smirking, then continuing his assault on my clit. He goes in soft circles, simultaneously delving his tongue into my mouth, up my neck, near my ear. Kissing, licking, touching. It’s all so much and so wonderful. And I already know there’s no way I’m saying ‘no’ to this man about anything.

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