Page 67 of Tempting All The Way

I slip two fingers into her pussy, curling them to rub over the spot I know pushes her over the edge. Her mouth leaves my cock as her body spasms and she screams out my name. As soon as she comes back down to earth, I nudge her head onto my cock. She doesn’t miss a beat as she parts her lips and sucks.

“I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow all of it,” I warn her, right before I empty myself down her throat. Shardonnay swallows every drop, every last bit of me. She rolls off my waist, her chest rising and falling with each labouredbreath. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, sitting upright. I lift her and lay her over my body, her head on my chest.

“You’re not drawing your little Xs inside my throat, Xavier.” She laughs.

“Damn it, why not?” I pout. She shakes her head with a smirk across her lips. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I really fucking love you, Shardonnay.”

“Mmm, I love you too,” she says, her voice sleepy. I cover us up with the blanket and fall asleep with my girl on my chest.

The next morning, I wake up to every news channel reporting the leaked audio recording of Shardonnay’s conversation with Juliet. I then receive an email from her lawyer stating that he is no longer representing her. Unless my former employee finds new representation—which I doubt she will, seeing as no one in their right mind would take her on as a client now—that lawsuit is dead in the water.

Relief washes over me. I knew I was fucking stressed about it, but I didn’t realise just how much until it was over. And all because of Shardonnay.

Speaking of my little angel, she pads into the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. My cock stirs to life, knowing she doesn’t have anything on underneath.

“You did it. The suit’s been dropped,” I tell her. “Wait… how did you leak that audio?” She was in bed with me all night.

“Lucy did it. She was wearing the same type of recording device.” Her arms wrap around me. “I think we should play hooky and stay in bed all day.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, but I do have to go to work.” I can’t just miss a full day at the office, as much as I wish I could.

“Same, but my boss is a real grumpy asshole.” She smirks up at me.

“Maybe you should ask him for an asshole allowance.” I laugh, remembering how hot I thought she was when she tried negotiating that one.

“I should, shouldn’t I? I’m going to go get ready.”

“Don’t wear panties today,” I tell her.

She turns her head back to me with a smile. “And what if I do?” she questions.

“It’s rule number two, Shardonnay. If you break my rules, I’ll have to come up with a way to punish you. Maybe bend you over my desk for a spanking.” I raise my eyebrows.

“Is that meant to be an incentive for me to behave? Because it’s not,” she says, right before she walks out of the kitchen.

I tip my head back and thank God for giving me this woman. And pray that he lets me fucking keep her forever.

Epilogue

Five years later

My stomach flutters with nerves as I wait in line for my name to be called. I look out at the packed auditorium, and my eyes zone in on the one person who matters.

Xavier.

I honestly don’t know if I would have been able to achieve all of this without him. He’s been my rock, my biggest cheerleader. Whenever I wanted to throw in the towel and quit, he was the one who would talk me off the edge. He spent countless nights staying up late with me, helping me study before exams. I don’t even know how he managed to function at work the following mornings. He never once complained.

“Shardonnay Christianson, graduating with honours and a Master’s of Science, specializing in Chemistry.”

Taking a huge breath in, I walk across the stage, shake the dean’s hand, and turn to look out at the crowd. All of my family is here. It took me a little bit to get used to referring to the Christiansons asmy ownand not simply my best friend’s family. Sometimes I still pinch myself. It’s hard to believe that this is my life now. That Xavier Christianson, the man who was voted Melbourne’s most eligible bachelor for years, is my husband.

Lucy and Xavier are hollering like loons in the front row, and my face heats with embarrassment. My eyes, however, well with love and appreciation. And my smile is huge as I walk off the stage. I’m swept up in a pair of very familiar arms and pulled through the black curtain that hangs on each side of the platform.

“Wha…” My question doesn’t make it past my lips before Xavier’s are plastered on mine. My arms wrap around his neck with my diploma tightly grasped in one hand.

Pulling away from the kiss, Xavier stares into my eyes. “I am so fucking proud of you, babe. I love you,” he says.

“Thank you. I love you too. So damn much.”

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