Page 25 of Tempting All The Way

“Mmm,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck, Shardonnay, you’re a fucking sight.” I wrap her ponytail around my hand, holding her head back. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock right now.”

“I want you to fuck my mouth, Xavier.”

“Sir,” I correct her. “Call mesir.” I know I’m probably pushing my luck. I’ve always been demanding in the bedroom, in life in general, but I’ve never wanted to dominate someone like I do her.

“Sir. I want to suck your cock, sir,” she whispers.

I release my grip on her hair. “Open your mouth,” I demand. When she instantly follows my direction, I smile. She’s fucking perfect. I guide my cock between her lips. “Suck.”

She does, hard and eager. She takes me as far into her mouth as she can, while her hand wraps around the base of my shaft, pumping in rhythm as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks like a goddamn pro. Her tongue twirls around my tip before she takes me fully again.

How the fuck did she get so good at this?

Scrap that question. I don’t want to fucking know.

My hand cups her cheek, my thumb tracing the letter X right next to the corner of her lips. Her eyes open and connect with mine. “Good girl,” I praise her. She smiles around my cock before doubling her efforts. Fuck me. “I’m going to come, babe, and you’re going to fucking swallow every last drop, aren’t you?” I ask, even though my words are more of a statement than a question.

Shardonnay’s head bobs up and down in agreement, and her free hand cups my balls, massaging them. When her finger presses against my ass, I see stars. What the fuck has she done to me?

My cock squirts down her throat, my legs weaken, and my whole body is covered in a light sweat. Shardonnay sticks her tongue out, licking my cock clean. I reach down, my hands land under her arms, and I pull her up. My lips slam onto hers. I give it everything I have, hoping to convey that she’s fucking perfect. That this is just the beginning for us.

Chapter Thirteen

Lucy is giving me the look, the one that says I know you’re hiding something from me. Or perhaps it’s just my guilty conscience speaking. I should tell her what happened between her brother and me; I know she jokes about us becoming sisters through marriage but that’s not what this is. Xavier and I are not dating.

We’re clearly compatible physically. I almost came from just giving him a blow job. That’s never happened before. I’ve never enjoyed doing that to anyone else. But Xavier… I wanted to make that man lose control. I wanted to please him. I can hear his words ‘good girl’ in my head, and my thighs squeeze together at the thought. Why the hell did I like that so much?

I’m so confused right now.

After he kissed the breath out of me, I left him to get dressed and returned to my desk. I did my best to pretend that I didn’t just blow my boss in his bathroom. I couldn’t really help myself though. When he said he was going to have a shower, all I could think about was the image of his naked body under the water. That cock of his free, mine for the taking.

So I took it.

I swear he makes me lose my mind. I always assumed that only men thought with their cocks; however, it seems I’m thinking solely with my pussy these last couple of days.

“Is that Dominic blowing up your phone?” I ask Lucy, nodding at the device in her hands that won’t stop beeping with incoming messages.

“No, why would Dominic message me? He has absolutely no reason to,” she denies way too adamantly.

“He’s really hot, isn’t he.” I waggle my eyebrows up and down. If I focus on her relationship, instead of whatever I’ve done with her brother, I might be able to forget Xavier for a few minutes.

“Is he? I guess if you’re into the psychotic, serial killer type.” She shrugs.

“I’d let him cut me up into a million pieces.” I smirk.

“You’re sick, you know that, right?” She laughs.

“And you’re full of shit if you think I can’t see through this wholeI don’t like himroutine you’re trying on.”

“So what’s the deal with you and Xavier?” she asks, looking me straight in the eye.

“What do you mean? He’s my boss, your brother. There is no deal.”

“Look who’s full of shit now.” She smiles, turning her phone around. “If that’s all it is, then why is my dear brother blowing up my phone enquiring as to your whereabouts?”

“Do not tell him I’m here. Just tell him you haven’t seen me,” I stress. “I might have left work early. He probably just wants to find me to yell at me for slacking or something.”

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