Page 74 of Recon Rendezvous

I want to stuff your mouth. Dinner?

Since I loved to see that body moving, all slow and sensual, I had to take her dancing.

I need to feel your body against me.

Of course I had to show my babycakes off, so an art exhibit was a must.

You’re my favorite work of art and you should be surrounded by beautiful things.

And each time she accepted my invitation, if it was even possible, my confidence grew.

We’ve done it all the last few weeks, but I’m excited for tonight. Not just because London said we didn’t have to do something so grand every night. She’ll learn it’s just how I roll, and this is something I know she’ll enjoy.

I can’t keep the smile off my face as the bell for the elevator dings, notifying me that my date has arrived. London bustles off the elevator all cute and frazzled. With the weather finally cooperating and heating up, she’s effortlessly sexy in a body-hugging magenta dress. With a sigh, she tosses her shopping bags to the side, kicks off her heels, and wiggles her toes.

“London.”

Her head shoots up as she gasps, stepping back. “Xander! You scared the shit out of me.” Her hand rests on her chest as if she can slow her racing heart.

“Sorry, baby. You were in your own little world. We have to work on your situational awareness,” I say, striding to her and cupping her face in my hands. “When I’m not around, you have to take care of what’s mine, just like I would.”

Smiling up at me, those hypnotic eyes sparkle, and I’m thankful I have her to myself tonight.

“Yours?” She’s all attitude, and my dick perks up even though I know she’s trying to push my buttons.

“You better believe it.” Peppering kisses to her nose and forehead, she sighs again, leaning into my embrace.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? Ty and Sasha aren’t home. They left for LA today.”

“I know, so it’s the perfect time for you and me to spend some quiet time at home. All alone.” Dropping my hands from her face, our hands find each other like magnets as I lead her further into the penthouse. “Are you hungry?”

Pulling her deeper into the house, she stops when she notices the chef standing behind the massive kitchen island.

“London, this is Chef Rordann. He’ll be helping us prepare dinner tonight.”

“Chef, this delectable woman is London Cameron.”

“Nice to meet you, Chef. Did I hear him right?”

He laughs, shaking my hand. “You did. I’m going to teach you how to make a decadent lobster pasta with roasted tomatoes and corn.”

She squeals, adorably bouncing on her toes, before turning to me, flinging her arms around my neck.

“Xan! Where do you come up with this stuff? I love it.” Rising up on her toes, she stretches to take my lips in a too quick kiss.

“Nuh-uh. Come here,” I growl, not giving a damn about the chef and pull her to me. “You're too cute and I need another taste.”

If I’d bet that my babycakes would be self-conscious or shy in front of Rordann, I would’ve lost my money. Soft glossed lips meet mine and move just as greedily against me as our tongues meet and slide together. Her arms wrap tighter, pulling me closer, our bodies melting together as we both take what we desperately need.

The sound of running water and dishes clinking finally pull me from the clutches of whatever spell I’ve fallen under when it comes to her. Resting my forehead against hers, we share breaths, as my heart beats to her rhythm.

“Do you wanna get changed into something more comfortable?” I whisper against her lips.

“Oh no, Mr. Grant. I'm ready whenever you are.”

Dropping another kiss to her nose, I’m finally able to pull myself away from those mesmerizing eyes.

“Okay, let’s get started. Sorry about that, Chef. I haven't seen my baby all day. What should we do first?”

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