Page 21 of Bargain With The Boss (Crescent Cove: The Moguls #2)

Xavier

One night.

The words rolled through my brain but they didn’t compute. Why only one?

Was it because she was worried about Jude?

Our work?

Something else?

I knew something had happened at The Mason Jar, but I couldn’t pinpoint what.

And she felt too good for me to puzzle it out right now. Her auburn hair was spread out on the white pillow and the dress that was distracting was perfectly pooled around her hips.

I lowered my mouth to hers, lightly pressing myself down on her to get her used to my weight. Her hands immediately went up to curl around my back and I eased myself between her thighs.

She groaned and one knee rose onto my hip. I dipped my hand under the material, pushing it up her thigh. My fingers gripped into her hip. She was curved in all the right ways, filling my hand.

I inched down to the vee of her halter top, drawing my lips across her skin. “Untie,” I said against her skin.

She shifted under me, groaning as her hips lifted enough to feel how hard I was.

I lifted my head enough to nip at her jaw. “Duchess.”

One hand pressed on my back, trying to pull me down on her. The other jerked at the tie behind her neck. I grinned into the skin under her jaw at her ability to multitask.

She lifted up against me and my hand slid under her ass finding mostly skin and a scrap of lace. “This was under here all day?”

She rolled her hip. “All day.”

“Fuck.” I nipped at her now naked shoulder. “I didn’t take you for a thong girl.”

“What were you expecting? Granny panties?”

I laughed as I scored my teeth lightly down to her breast. “Definitely not.”

She dug a heel into my thigh. “I like lace.”

I traced my fingers along the line of the material between her cheeks. “Me too.”

I rolled onto my back and she yelped as I settled her against my cock. She straddled me and sat up. Her dress fell forward leaving her heavy breasts free. I lifted my head and caught one, sucking at the tip until she hissed.

“I want you on my face, Duchess.”

“What?”

For the first time, she faltered.

I slid my hands under the skirt of her dress and cupped her ass. “I want you on my face.” I urged her forward until her knees hugged my chest. “Don’t be shy. I want to drink you down the first time you come.”

Her head tipped back. “Jesus.”

“Xavier,” I corrected.

She looked down at me, the regal duchess in full effect. “That ego is back.”

“Damn right. You know I’m going to make you scream my name. Might as well get used to it.” I hauled her up farther and her hand slapped the headboard. “That’s it. Hang on.” I lifted the skirt of her dress over my head.

“With the dress—Oh, God.” I heard the heavy wood smack against the wall and groaned at the first taste of her.

I moved one hand between her thighs to push the ivory lace away from what I wanted most. The tease of a taste wasn’t nearly enough. She was bare save for a thin strip of dark red hair above her swollen slit. I covered her with my mouth, taking my second hit of her flavor with a groan.

Salty and soft, she yielded for me so sweetly.

I wound the lace around my fingers to keep her pussy unobstructed and filled both hands with her ass as I ground her against my mouth. I sucked and licked, learning each jerk of her hips as to what she liked and what she needed.

She gripped my shoulder through her dress, and I knew I was right where I should be.Her scent trapped under the silky material with the most exquisite heat filling my senses.

I wanted her to go over fast the first time.

So she couldn’t think about it. I knew how tightly she was wound and needed her to unravel for me first like this. Not the neat columns of sex she was probably used to. The one-two combination of kisses and fingers then a bang.

I wanted her wrecked for me.

Wrecked for any man but me.

Once.

Right. Not even close.

I licked faster, knowing she was close. Knowing because suddenly she stopped moving against me. Not because I’d lost the key to her lock, but because she was trying to lock it down.

But she was going to give me everything today.

I tipped her hips down and widened her legs with my shoulders until there was no space. She couldn’t wiggle back.

I felt the tremor in her thighs first then the breathy sigh above me. I couldn’t hear much over the rustle of her skirts and my own labored breathing. I would knock my own ass out under there if I had to, but she was going to come until she was shaking.

The sob rolled through the scream like thunder after lightning and still, I didn’t relent.

She soaked my chin as I brought my thumb around to strum along the top of her clit as my tongue circled from below. Dark spots danced behind my eyes from the heat under the skirts, but I didn't waver. She finally let go and rocked against me as the orgasm tore through her.

Her perfect pussy spasmed around my tongue as I licked her lightly through another, her legs shaking.

I lifted my shoulders and rolled her onto her back. She yelped again, then was splayed out on the mattress, the pillows gone.

Hell, the whole bed was torn up.

I pushed her skirt out of the way and loomed over her. “I didn’t hear my name.”

She was sweaty and half dressed, her eyes all hazy and soft as she looked up at me.“What?”

“I didn’t hear my name.”

“You were busy.”

I laughed at the simple statement for what I’d just done to her. “Do you want to taste how busy I was?” I licked my lips.

The haze lifted as her chest heaved as she sucked in breath.

I hovered over her, our lips millimeters apart. “See how I’m painted in you.” I dipped my fingers under her skirt to find her swollen pussy again. I slipped my two middle fingers inside of her and her back arched. “Tight for me from how much I made you come.”

She lifted her head and met my mouth, groaning at our mingled taste. She sucked my tongue, and I pumped inside of her. Did she get off on her taste on my tongue? I sure as fuck did. I turned my hand so I could use my thumb at her clit as the messy kiss turned into both of us groaning.

I flexed my hips into the mattress, but it didn’t help with the hammering need. I’d compartmentalized to keep myself on track for her, but I was slipping now that she was clasping around my fingers.

I wanted it to be me.

My painfully hard cock was screaming to thrust inside of her.

Ride another orgasm out of her.

She arched her back, breaking the kiss and trying to climb up the bed to get away from me. “Again, Duchess. With my name this time.”

“Xavier,” her voice was hoarse. “Xavier, please.” Her nails clawed around my wrist. “You, I need you.”

She dipped lower to my pants, tugging at the button there. Just her fingers brushing my raging hard cock was enough to blur the edges of my sanity.

I shoved at my pants, trying to find my pocket for my wallet.

I hoped to hell I had a condom, or I was going to be taking sixteen cold showers.

Did they put condoms in the mini bar?

I groaned as she gripped around my shaft through my pants. “Sydney, wait.”

With shaking hands I found the foil packet. She was already shoving down my pants, fumbling hands trying to get to my cock. She finally got her fingers inside the front and when she fisted me, I growled out her name.

“See how it feels?”

I laughed and pushed her hands away so I could get the stupid condom on before I came all over her goddamn thigh. Her dress was pushed up and her top was down. My pants were barely over my ass, but it didn’t matter.

I bit back a groan as I inched inside of her. It felt too good.

Too perfect.

Once.

Never enough.

I drove the rest of the way inside of her and she wound those Amazonian legs around me, drawing me even closer.

“Yes,” she purred into my ear. “Yes.”

“Yes, Xavier.” I ground out as I pulled back and thrust once more.

“Yes, Xavier.” The words became a cry as the frenzy unleashed between us.

I braced myself above her, watching her body take me again and again.

My spine heated as I tried to outrace my own end.

When I looked up and found her watching me, I melted into her.

I covered her mouth with mine, drawing from her as I gave back.

Our bodies in time with each rolling thrust as she shuddered around me.

I buried my face in her neck with the last deep plunge inside of her.

Her legs and arms were around me as I came only seconds after her.

The room went a little fuzzy then and I was pretty sure I blacked out for a second before I lifted off her. “Fuck.”

She flung one arm out with a soft smile. “That we did.”

I grunted out a laugh. “I mean sorry. I didn’t mean to just collapse on you.”

She sighed. “Worth the oxygen deprivation.”

I pushed myself up onto my knees, freezing when I saw the broken edges of the condom. “Shit.”

“What?” Her eyes were sleepy and satisfied.

My heart pounded as the black dots resurfaced.

No.

I hopped off the bed. “Duchess, are you on something?”

“I was on cloud nine. I didn’t think it existed, but here we are.” She propped herself up on her elbow. Suddenly she sat up and gathered her dress against her chest. “What?”

“The condom broke.”

“Oh.” She shook her head. “It’s fine. I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen.”

The quick relief butted up against an old pain.

A baby.

One I’d lost long ago before it ever became a real glimmer.

I snapped it back into the box and shoved it into the attic of my brain where it belonged.

I sagged against the side of the bed. “Okay.”

She’d pulled the sheet around her with the dress. Her hair was a curly mess around her shoulders and her mouth was deliciously smudged.

I turned and dragged her into my lap. “Sorry for the scare.”

“It’s okay. That would be a disaster.”

“Right. A disaster.” I tucked my chin into the space between her neck and shoulder.

She patted my arm. “Much as I appreciate the after sex moment, I’m dying in this dress.”

I laughed. “Shower and food.”

“Yes. That sounds amazing.”

I lifted her into my arms and headed for the en suite bath. It was far safer than the alternative.

Even if a part of me tried not to wish it were different.