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“Good girl. Done.” He takes his hands off me and yanks off his bow tie. “Anything else you want?”

“Wait, just like that?”

“Yes, baby, it’s that simple. I’m all yours, Brooke. What else do you want?” He begins unbuttoning his shirt. I feel a sensual fog weaving around me andsucking me into its depths. I wanted a few things but right now all I want is Xavier, all over me, in me. Still, I make a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable.

“Don’t we have to get back to the party?” I ask breathlessly.

He slowly shakes his head, shrugging off his suspenders.

“What do you want, Brooke?” He takes off his shirt, and my mouth goes dry.

“You,” I say finally, unable to fight what I feel anymore.

“I should hope so.” He chuckles. “What do you want me to do?”

I’m hyperventilating now. “T-touch me.”

“As you wish. Take off all your clothes. Leave the shoes on.”

I obey.

Like a predator, Xavier watches my every move as I shimmy off my dress, bra, and panties. I stand in front of him naked, shaking with want, waiting for his next order. I could never have guessed being ordered around in the bedroom would turn me on this much.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs.” His voice is gravelly.

“Jesus, Xavier.” I moan, so aroused I’m dripping. My back feels so sensitive on the silk sheets that my spine arches on contact. I bend my knees but he grabs both my ankles and pulls me to the edge, then holds my knees apart and stares at my wet pussy, licking his lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says and starts to trail open-mouthed kisses from my knees right up to the juncture of my thighs. I’ve never had anyone go down on me before but it doesn’t even occur to me to protest. I’m beyond shame now; I only know I want Xavier’s mouth where I ache most. I feel his hot breath on my core right before he tongues me in one slow lick from the base, ending at my throbbing clit. I grab the sheets and moan.He repeats the motion until I’m arching off the bed, seeking his mouth.

“Xavier please.” I sob, mindless with pleasure.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” He puts a hand on my quivering belly to hold me down, slides two fingers inside my slick pussy then sucks on my clit. I get loud, moaning and gasping his name, my head thrashing on the bed.How have I never done this before?When he takes my hard nipple and pinches while curving up his fingers inside me, I come so hard I see stars. I’m still coming when he shoves down his slacks and briefs and thrusts into me. I gasp with the pleasure of convulsing around his hard thick cock. He starts a brutally fast rhythm that seems to keep my orgasm going and I lose sense of when one ends and when the other begins. The only thing I know by the time he finally shudders, groaning my name and spilling into me, is that my throat is hoarse and I’m trembling all over.

“You’re mine, Brooke,” Xavier pants, or I think that’s what he says. I’m so sated and boneless, I drift off to sleep immediately.

Chapter Fourteen

Brooke

After yesterday, something shiftsbetween Xavier and me. While I’m not sure if he feels as deeply for me as I do for him, I know I no longer have to constantly wonder if he’s playing a game or not and that is a massive load off my heart. It’s as if someone has finally taken pity on me and let me off a crazy roller-coaster.

We spend Sunday morning enjoying the beach resort that had been made exclusive to the wedding guests. The plan, as a thank-you gift from Alex and Nora, was for everyone to remain in Cancun to fully enjoy the holiday before returning to their busy lives.

I make a mental note to thank Stella for packing beachwear, which otherwise would have been the last thing I’d have paid attention to. I’m still wearing the sexy dark blue bikini Xavier had taken one look at this morning and fucked me against the bathroom counter. I’m finding the man has such a hair trigger for getting turned on. Earlier, as I got dressed again, finally tyingthe matching sash around my hip, I heard his relieved sigh and smiled inwardly.Possessive man.

Xavier is all cool sophistication and a perfect gentleman outwardly but under all that lies the heart of a savage. He says and does the rudest and filthiest things in bed, and God help me, I love it. I love it so much.

At the moment, we’re sunbathing on lounge chairs and enjoying the view. I needed a breather after all the swimming and frolicking in the waves.

“So, what if I wanted to go back yesterday evening?” I ask Xavier who’s putting sunscreen on my back.

“I would have taken you back,” he says.

“And you would have missed out on all of this?” I throw an arm out, indicating the incredible view and all the people—his friends and family—surfing, jet skiing, snorkeling, or like us, just lazing around. Even Giovanni’s “security detail” men are playing beach volleyball.

He shrugs. “There will always be holidays. You, on the other hand, were skittish.”

“Skittish. Wow.” I don’t even know if I should be insulted. “The size of your ego is just staggering, Xavier. And I note how very confident you are using past tense.”

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