Page 113 of Recon Rendezvous

“Well, London. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but what do I have to do to get London’s britches to fall down?”

My mouth fell open, utter shock rocking through me and I laughed. Guffawed, chortled, cackled, howled, whatever you want to call it. But when I finally caught my breath, Xander was still standing there, not perturbed in the least, so I said, “Seriously? That was the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Doubtful.”

I shook my head. “Yes, zero out of ten. I wouldn’t recommend.”

“Hmmm, you’re looking for ten, huh?” He rocked on his feet, sliding his hand in his pocket, drawing my gaze down.

Oh.Oooh. “You’re cocky.”

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

My heart raced. Was I really going to do it? Let loose for one night.

My eyes met his, the fire blazing in them almost hypnotic, as I licked my lips. “Well, lucky for you, ten is my favorite number.” Ten inches, ten minutes, sounded like a great tradeoff.

Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me from my memories, and I happily sink into his body.

“Here’s my girl, right where she belongs. It’s about time you woke up. I knew that fuck was one for the record books. Knocked you right out.” Those big hands roam over my slick skin.

I hum. “You’re right, you did, and I do belong in your arms, which is where I would have been if you hadn’t snuck out of bed.” Turning, my arms lock behind his neck as I pout.

“My apologies, pretty girl. You know this is where I want you always, but I had to get in a quick swim before it got too late.”

My man and his swimming. But who am I to complain when it keeps him looking so damn good.

“Swimming? I didn’t give you enough of a workout? Do I need to do a better job taking care of my man?”

I kiss along his neck as he moans, his hands gripping my ass in the way I love, while mine glide over his rippled back. A pulse of electricity flows between us as he growls against my lips. Being with Xan has changed me. I never would have said this to a lover in the past and actually meant it. But Xan lets me know every day how much he wants me, loves me, treasures me, and my confidence has soared because I know I give him everything he needs.

“Babycakes, you take the best care of me, don’t you worry. Now, let me do the same for you so we can get to dinner.”

In a blink, his long finger parts me, sliding deep, and I gasp. “I can’t get enough of this needy little pussy. She’s always so warm and wet for me. But this time, I feel me inside of you. Did I fill you up, baby? Are you still wet with my cum?”

I whimper, my forehead falling to his broad chest as he works me over slowly.

“Yeah, you are. It’s all over my finger.”

Another finger slides in easily and I struggle to stand up right as he strokes along my sensitive places.

“Spread your legs for me. Give me what I want. Good girl.”

I do, and I cling to him, because how could I fucking not, and another moan is ripped from my throat as a third finger joins the party. The stretch is heavenly as I rock with him, fucking myself on his long fingers. My sensitive nipples tighten as they brush his slick skin.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re so fucking sexy. So wet.”

Xan has expert level skills and when he finally caresses my clit, I’m unsteady, my legs wobbling, but he’s there, always, supporting me, holding me, and I give myself over to him as he adds the perfect pressure to my clit.

“Your body responds so perfectly to mine. I love how you move for me. How this pussy grips me. How your body calls to mine whenever I’m near. You’re mine, London Cameron. Body and soul.”

His words wash over me like lava and my body quakes for more, as I pant, “Yes, always yours.” The pooling heat in my stomach builds, my body tightening in anticipation, as he finally whispers, “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

I go off like a firecracker, bright lights flash as I detonate and clench around him. Xander’s soft murmurs ofI love you, you’re so beautiful when you come, and I’ll never get enough, have my heart soaring. I’m so incredibly in love with Alexander Grant. Ex-fuckboy extraordinaire.

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