Page 66 of Tempting All The Way

“Stop, let me go! I have to stop him. He’s going to kill them,” Lucy cries out.

“What?” I turn around and my eyes land on Dominic McKinley. Fighting off four guys. “Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I curse. I hand Shardonnay my keys. “Go and wait in the car. I’ll get him out of here, Lucy,” I tell my sister.

Shardonnay nods and drags Lucy towards the door. Except, by the time I make it over to Dominic, Lucy is somehow already there. Right in front of him. Yelling in his face. For a moment, I think he’s going to push her away. His eyes look vacant. Then he shoves her behind him, right as a bar stool comes crashing down on his head.

“This is not how I wanted to spend my goddamn night,” I mutter, throwing a punch to the face of the guy holding what remains of the broken chair.

“Get your sister out of here, now,” Dominic growls.

“She’s not about to leave your fucking ass. If you want her out, you’re going to have to leave as well,” I tell him.

His eyes squint at me. Lucy pulls on his arm from behind him, and he turns around, throws her over his shoulder, and storms out of the place like nothing happened.

Shardonnay is waiting at the door with the last fucking person I expected her to ever be talking to. My ex-employee, the one who’s currently suing me. Yelling and shouting fill the room as the fighting ensues. Dominic walks right past Shardonnay and Juliet as he exits the building. My former secretary’s eyes narrow on me as I approach them. Without saying a word to her, I take Shardonnay’s hand and walk out the door.

I’m fucking fuming. What the hell were these two thinking?

Stopping at my car, I see Dominic placing my sister in his own vehicle before he walks around the front and climbs behind the wheel. Lucy makes eye contact with me through the windscreen, and I bring my left thumb up and swipe it across my right eyebrow. I haven’t made this gesture in a while; it’s the code we made up when we were kids, the one we used to silentlycheck in on each other. If she repeats the action, that’s her telling me she’s okay. If she doesn’t, I know she needs me to step in and get her out of whatever shit she’s in.

She smiles as her thumb brushes over her eyebrow, and I relax a little. By the time I turn around, Shardonnay is already in the passenger seat of my car. I don’t say anything to her as I pull out of the carpark. I don’t trust myself to not say something I’ll regret. Halfway through the drive home, I watch as Shardonnay lifts her shirt and removes a wire and tape recorder from her waistband.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask.

“This is what’s going to make sure you win your case against Juliet.” She smiles.

“What did you do?” I press.

“I recorded her admitting she made it all up.”

I blink at her. She what…? She put herself in a dangerous situation… because of me. Fucking hell, I could wring her neck. “New rule. Never, and I mean never, go off on a half-cocked plan that puts you in danger. Ever fucking again,” I growl.

“You know athank youwould suffice.”

“Thank you…? Shardonnay, do you have any idea what could have happened to you in a place like that? I’d rather have to pay out millions in a lost lawsuit than have any harm come to you.”

“I know, which is precisely why I didn’t tell you. But this will help, right? It will clear your name, won’t it?”

“It should,” I admit. I’m actually a little pissed I didn’t think of doing something like that myself.

“Then everything worked out fine. I’m sorry if I made you worry, Xavier. But I’m not a wallflower, and I certainly wasn’t going to sit around and let some bitch ruin your good name.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

When we get home, Shardonnay disappears into the shower. Stripping off my clothes, I climb into bed. She comes out with a towel wrapped around her.

“Lose the towel, Shardonnay,” I tell her.

Her lips tip up at one corner as she unwraps the plush material from her body before dropping it to the floor.

“Come here and sit on my face.” I lie flat on the bed and tug the blankets off me.

“I have a better idea,” she says as she climbs on top of me in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy is right at my mouth. I inhale, breathing in the addictive scent of her arousal. She takes my cock right down the back of her throat, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks and slides up to the tip of my shaft.

“I fucking love your mouth,” I moan. My hands spread her ass cheeks apart, my tongue pushes into her pussy, and I groan. “I’m never going to get enough of your cunt, Shardonnay.”

“Mmm, less talking, more eating, Xavier,” she demands.

“Yes, ma’am.” My tongue slides up her slit, I suck on her clit, and her hips grind back into my face. One of her palms cups my balls, massaging as her mouth and free hand work my cock.

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