Page 190 of Five Summers

I’m unsure whether I should wake him up since he has an early flight tomorrow. Lionel has arranged for him to use the label’s private jet, which will fly him to New Zealand in the early hours of the morning.

Choosing not to wake him, I delicately lift the book from his chest. At that moment, his eyes slowly flutter open and meet mine. A drowsy smile graces his lips.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you,” I say, not bothering to lower my voice. Once Alex is asleep, the whole house could crumble, and he wouldn't even budge.

Xander takes a quick look at Alex, then sits up and scoots down to the end of the bed and gets out through the shark’s mouth.

“No, I’m glad you did. I have something planned for us tonight, and it doesn’t involve reading books,” he whispers.

"Don't worry about whispering," I say, as I go over to add the book to the stack Xander got for Alex. “He doesn’t wake once his asleep.”

"Great," he says, coming over and grabbing my hand, pulling me towards the door. “Time's running out, so I gotta make every second count. Because I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you senseless.”

As I enter the bedroom, he suddenly pulls me towards him, and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans as he pins me against the wall. Our lips collide, igniting the air with an electric charge. My heart races as I surrender to the intensity of his kiss, losing myself completely. His lips trail down my neck, prompting me to tilt my head, granting him access. I can't help but moan when his teeth graze my skin.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

Without even glancing at him, I can sense his seductive smirk, as if a wave of desire is washing over me and leaving goosebumps on my skin. He gives my neck a few soft kisses, each one leaving a lingering warmth before he pulls back to look at me.

His hungry gaze roams over my face, making me feel completely exposed. As he brushes my long hair behind my ear, a primal desire awakens, and then he kisses me with such force it steals my breath away.

My heart races as his fingers find the hem of my shirt, effortlessly sliding it off and tossing it aside. I’m mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as he focuses on my black lacy bra. He lifts his hand, delicately gliding his fingers over my taut nipple beneath the lacy fabric, before leaning in and teasing it with his tongue, tracing enticing circles around it. I let out a moan as the sensation electrifies my entire being.

“Stay still,” he says, lowering himself to his knees. He leans in, never breaking eye contact, and gently kisses my stomach, including the stretch marks I dislike.

I am filled with a sense of excitement as his hands explore beneath my skirt, his fingers playfully tracing along my thighs, eventually sliding my panties off with ease. Once they reach my ankles, I step out of them.

With a sly grin, he quickly stuffs them into his pocket. "These are coming with me," he declares.

“Pervert,” I tease.

He flashes me that sexy smirk that instantly melts my heart. His attention then shifts to unzipping the side zipper of my skirt. When it falls to the ground, I step out of it. He casually tosses the skirt over his shoulder while keeping his eyes on my pussy.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers seductively, moving closer, he presses a kiss to my most sensitive spot. “Let's see how good you can make yourself feel. Dance for me like you did in the rain," he looks up at me with those gorgeous, dark eyes.

I smile, treasuring the memories of those intense moments when I would completely surrender, free from any worries about the way I looked and all my insecurities about my body. All I could focus on back then was Xander’s adoring gaze, as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen - a gaze that remains unwavering even to this day.

"Go sit on the bed," I tell him.

He leans in and plants a quick kiss on my pussy, then flicks his tongue for a quick lick before he stands up.

“Asshole,” I say, seeing that smug grin on his face, knowing he did that just to mess with me. Although I really want to, I resist the urge to yank his hair and tell him to please me with his tongue.

Approaching the bed, he takes a seat. His intense gaze gives me such a rush, making me feel alive and incredibly excited. I love how he looks at me like I'm his entire world.

With a swift motion, I fling my bra to the side and take a step forward, strategically positioning myself just out of his reach. I watch as his eyes move over me, pausing on my pussy, my breasts, and finally my face. When he breathes in, his nostrils get wider. The intensity in his eyes speaks volumes, conveying a suppressed desire that he really wants to fuck me.

I move in my own slow, tantalizing rhythm, egged on by the way his tongue comes out and wets his lower lip. His eyes follow my every move as I trail a finger down my stomach and down further, teasing him as I pause on my pussy before moving back up.

As he watches me, he rests back on one elbow and strokes himself through his jeans.

As I explore my body, Xander never takes his eyes off me. I notice his breaths becoming uneven, a sign that his self-control is slipping. Intrigued by my power to witness him lose control, I continue to test his limits. I want to see how far I can push him, so he boldly takes what he craves without hesitation.

Excitement and desire electrify every cell of my body as I slide a finger into my wetness, and I let out a hiss.

His jaw tightens as he watches me pleasure myself. I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and completely surrender to the incredible feeling. Then I sense Xander on his knees in front of me.

“Move your hand now.” His words resonate firmly in my ears, leaving no room for negotiation. I immediately surrender to his command.

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