Page 24 of Two days, One Pucking Night

Hurt crosses his features. “That’s not why, Sofia.”

I don’t bother hiding my irritation. “Educate me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe I’m the one who might hurt you?”

He exhales a long breath. “I want this thing between us to be clear, Sofia. So, we have everything on the table. I want you to make an informed decision with all the facts. I owe you that.”

“I know what I’m doing, Xavier. Stop handling me with kid gloves.”

“I’m not.” He tilts my chin up, so nothing else is my focus but him.

“You are.”

“There is nothing kid-like about you.”

We both seem to find his words funny and burst out laughing.

“I’m a big girl and know how to separate what my vagina needs from my emotions. Besides, you’re not really my type. You’re what? nine years too old?” I add, needing to ease the mounting tension between us.

“You weren’t saying that when you were moaning ‘Yes, Xav. Please, Xav,’ last night.”

Heat creeps up my neck and cheeks. “Well—”

“You also weren’t saying that when your lips were wrapped around my dick, taking me so far up your throat, my soul left my body.”

“You made your point, jackass. I get it.”

My response only makes him laugh.

“Come here.” He pulls me into his chest until I’m sitting over his thighs, my back pressed against his warm chest. He lowers his lips to my neck, placing steady kisses all over. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a newborn baby,” I moan involuntarily when I feel his dick press against my ass. Part pain, part pleasure.

“Are you sore?”

His hands cup my breast through my dress, and he groans with appreciation.

“A little,” I confess. “But I want you. I want this.”

Xavier keeps my body facing forward, and my head tilted toward him. His lips descend on mine, and I moan when he releases one of my breasts from the dress.

“You knew what you were doing when you wore this dress, Sofia.” His breathing is heavy and erratic.

“Maybe.”

The low rumble of a chuckle leaves his lips. “Tell me what you want, Sofia.” He rubs his nose against mine. “I want you to get the most from this weekend.”

Excitement flutters in my chest.

Xavier turns me around so I’m facing him. He pulls my dress down lightly, exposing my breasts. He palms one, lowering his head to graze his teeth over the nipple.

“Anything, princess. Tell me.”

How does he expect me to think straight when he’s doing this?

He sucks on the pebbled bud, and liquid heat pools between my legs.

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