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“I’ll be right down.” I hang up and grab my purse. I know I should stand by the wholeI’m not jumping when he says sothing, but I’ve never heard Xavier speak so solemnly. He’s always either in full-asshole, bossy mode, or acting like the dirty, filthy-mouthed alpha that he is.

I make it to his car in three minutes. Opening the passenger door, I climb in. Xavier is already sitting in the driver’s side. “Put your seat belt on,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I click my belt in place.

Xavier doesn’t answer me. He starts the ignition and drives off. Whatever is bothering him, he doesn’t want to talk about it. I’m not sure why I’m even here.

Ten minutes later, he pulls into another garage. Exiting the car, he silently takes my hand and leads me to an elevator. “Where are we?” I ask him.

“My apartment.”

“You have an apartment? Why? Your house not big enough?” I joke.

“Sometimes I don’t want to drive all the way home so I stay here.”

Right, because the thirty minutes to his house is so far out of the way. Must be nice to have more money than sense. “Why are we here, Xavier?” I press, as we enter the foyer that’s bigger than my bedroom. This isn’t just any ordinary apartment. No, it’s a penthouse, top floor. To say it’s grand would be an understatement.

My heels click on the white and grey marble floors as he pulls me through the luxurious space. I crane my neck to try to get a glimpse of the rooms as we pass. When we end up in a bedroom, any thoughts of wanting a tour leave my mind. The only thing I want to see right now is Xavier’s body.

He releases my hand and sits on the bed. “Rule number five: Strip when I saystrip.”

“You have to be kidding me.” I laugh.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Strip, Shardonnay.” His gaze pierces right through me.

“I’m not a hooker. You can't just call me up whenever you need to get off, Xavier.”

“No, you’re not. What you are…” He stands, taking the four steps needed to reach me. “Is mine.” His hands grip my blouse, tugging on the front before tearing it open. “I said strip.”

“That was a nice blouse,” I scold, but find myself removing the shreds of material from my body.

“It’s nicer on the floor. Continue,” he says, returning to the bed.

I’m telling myself I’m doing this for me, that it has nothing to do with him. I’m removing my clothes because I need the pleasure I know he’s about to give me. I’m not doing it because he’s ordering me to. Once I’m down to my matching white lace panties and bra, I go to remove my black pumps.

“Leave the heels on,” he says.

I lower my foot and reach around to unclasp my bra, my breasts falling free as I pull the straps down my arms. Xavier’s eyes are full of heat and lust. His tongue darts out and wets his lips. There’s something about the way he looks at me that gives me an extra boost of self-confidence.

Chapter Sixteen

Itried. I really fucking did. I managed to not touch her for three days. Three very painful bloody days. I couldn’t hold out any longer, especially when she walked into my office this morning wearing that tight-as-fuck skirt and see-through blouse. It took exactly three seconds for my dick to go from soft to rock-fucking-hard.

Now she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and black pumps. Her fingers grip the top of her underwear, and she slowly slides them down her legs, revealing that delicious pussy of hers.

“Good girl. How much do you need me right now, Shardonnay? I can smell your arousal from here.” And it’s making my mouth water for a taste.

Not yet though. I want to push her way out of her comfort zone today. This is going to be the longest lunch break I’ve ever taken. She’s a meal I plan to savour. I’m going to take my time, enjoying every single bite.

I push to my feet, take four steps, and stand behind her. I lean into the crook of her neck and inhale. Honey, she always smells like fucking honey. “Mmm, I want you on the bed, on your back,” I say, running the tips of my fingers down her right arm.

Her body shivers as she audibly inhales. She follows my instruction, swaying that ass of hers as she climbs up on the bed on all fours before lying down. Dragging a chair to the end of the bed, I sit, loosen my tie, pull it over my head, and then proceed to slowly unbutton my shirt. Shardonnay rests up on her elbows, watching as my shirt falls to the floor, her eyes drinking me in.

“I want you spread open for me,” I say and drag her ankles upwards, towards her body, making her knees bend and open in a butterfly position on the bed. “You’re a perfect little fuck doll, Shardonnay, and you’re all fucking mine.” My eyes stay connected with hers as I sit back in the chair. “Look at you dripping all over the place, so fucking needy. Tell me, does your pussy need some attention, Shardonnay?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters out.

“Then give it some,” I tell her. Her eyebrows draw down in confusion. She’s not that naïve; she knows what I want her to do. “I want you to shove your fingers inside that dripping cunt of yours. I want to watch as you get yourself off, Shardonnay,” Iprompt, removing the belt from my pants. She whimpers as her head falls back on the bed and her eyes close. That’s not going to work for me. Standing, I scoop up some pillows and lift her head so she’s in a more upright position. “I will not be deprived of seeing this beautiful face when you come,” I whisper into her ear.

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