Page 21 of Miss Taken Identity

Dad’s right on one point, mom does sound hysterical.

But the only screams I wanna hear tonight are my own, with Xander’s body on top of me and his hard thick rod at least half a foot inside of me.

The sound of the suite doorbell chiming, then Xander calling out that that’ll be my clothes makes my decision pretty easy.

Where would you rather be right now, Chloe?

Why would I rush home to hysterical parents when I have the man of my dreams in the next room and a whole new wardrobe of clothes arriving in my five-star, luxury hotel suite?

“I’m sorry, Dad, but I gotta go,” I plead, hanging up.

Regretting I forgot to ask him not to call the police.

I’m not missing, and I’m certainly not in any danger.

Quite the opposite.

I’m in heaven, and noticing Xander naked and standing to watch me from the bathroom doorway, I hesitate before I swing open the door to our suite.

I mean, clothes are one thing, but the sight of Xander without any of his on and his huge erection in plain sight.

Well, I kinda feel my knees about to give way. My mind is in a dozen places at once, and all of them on his huge chiseled body that looks like he’s just stepped out of every girl’s fantasy and right into the room.

Smiling an impish grin, he urges me with his chin jutting to open the door.

I know he’s getting off on seeing my reaction to his nakedness.

Racks of garments in protective sleeves, boxes, and bags are in the hall where all that gross luggage was just minutes ago.

I peek around the doorway but only hear the elevator doors closing in reply.

Apparently, Xander has a ‘do not disturb’ rule.

There are way more clothes than I remember choosing at the boutique, and all for me, apparently.

I feel myself jump when Xander’s hands grip me gently from behind.

Humming with pleasure when I feel the hardness of his manhood, followed by the hardness of his body pressing against me, I moan gently when he whispers in my ear.

“C’mon, we can look at your clothes later. Right now, I wanna see all of you covered in suds.”

“Thought you’d wanna cover me in something else,” I ask in a smoky voice, suddenly knowing that hard Xander cancels out clothes any day of the week.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of that,” he assures me, flexing his length against my body through my dress and making me gasp.

“But I’m putting that inside you…not anywhere else.”

CHAPTER TEN

Xander

Thoughts of dinner together shift instantly to only wanting to eat Chloe again and then fill her with the seed I can already feel rising within me.

But true to my promise of keeping my hands to myself, I lead her closer to the tub and slowly start to undress her.

I begin slipping the already crumpled dress from her smooth shoulders, knowing there’s a dozen to replace it whenever she wants.

Caressing every inch of her skin as I go, kissing her in all the places I’ve waited only moments to kiss again. But it already feels like an age since I was last intoxicated by her.

Making a line from her lips to her neck with my lips, my hands shift her dress down far enough for her ample breasts to finally spill out into them.

She moans softly, and my growl of satisfaction echoes off the tiled bathroom walls.

My mouth is suddenly and greedily on her nipples. Even my big mitts struggled to keep each of her full breasts contained.

One at a time, my tongue’s flicking her already intense arousal higher as I already break my promise to keep my hands to myself.

Chloe’s body sags against mine, her quickened breath and racing pulse under her skin tell me our bath together could go either way right now.

She’s about as wet as she’d get in the tub, and I’m so hard, so close already…

But I can be patient. I’m just getting to know all the parts of her I didn’t quite get acquainted with earlier.

“Xander? What about dinner?” she whispers, one hand running through my hair as I lift her up in my arms.

My body wants to turn and carry her back to the bedroom, but my mind reasons that we’ve got plenty of time.

Tonight at least.

“I just can’t get enough of you, Chloe,” I confess, kissing her after watching her smile up at me.

The scented bath water silently steams as I gently lower her into the giant tub, which seems to shrink once I climb into it.

Some water spilling over the sides sees Chloe gasp and giggle, but it’s alright.

“I kinda have a habit of filling everything I get into right to the brim,” I say.

Pleased when her eyes widen at the thought, traveling down to my rock-hard erection that I flex under the water for her benefit.

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