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CHAPTER 26

GOOD BOY

XANDER

October

“Want another glass of wine?”

Bella insisted we watch a movie I like, so we settled on RocknRolla . Her love for anime is pretty much like my love for Guy Ritchie movies—unmatched.

She’s tipsy, her eyes sparkling devilishly. I love when she’s uninhibited like this. She talks more, smiles wider, and laughs easily at my jokes.

“Nope.” Bella shakes her head and points a finger at me. “A sober person isn’t good company for a drunk one.”

“Are you drunk?”

“A little bit.” Giggling, she pulls off her scrunchie, and her hair spills over her shoulders. The sigh that escapes her is almost pornographic as she sinks back into the couch. “God, that feels heavenly.”

I catch a lock of her hair between my fingers and gently twirl it—it’s silky to the touch and smells like strawberry. Just those simple sensations make my pulse pick up and send heat rushing through my veins. Why would I need alcohol when I can get drunk on her?

“What do you want to do then? Watch another movie? Go to bed?”

“You should go to bed; you have an early morning. I’ll stay out here and read for a bit.” She nods at the purple paperback on the coffee table.

“Read? What’s your book about?” I lunge for it, but she’s faster. In the blink of an eye, the paperback is pressed against her chest.

“You won’t like it.”

Brow quirked, I hover a little closer. “Why?”

“It’s romance.” She shrugs, her attention drifting to something behind me. “Jake used to call it porn. He’d make fun of me every time he saw me reading.”

Anger seeps into my veins, the way it does every time she brings that fucker up. “Why would he say that?”

She shrugs. “It’s nothing like porn. In these stories, people fall in love, have sex, and then get their happily ever after. The guys treat their women with love and respect. They’d basically burn the world for them.”

Intrigued, I scoot a little closer. “And how detailed are the sex scenes?”

Bella blinks at me and then bursts out laughing. “That’s the part you picked up on?”

“I’m just curious, baby.” I wrap my fingers around the spine of the book. “I’m not making fun of you, and I’d never judge you for what you love. I just want to know more about the things you enjoy.”

I ease the book from her hands and look down at the title. “What is it about?”

“It’s a billionaire romance with a love triangle. The female main character has two love interests. One is the perfect guy, respectful and kind—who happens to be her new boss. The other is her ex from high school. Her first love, who’s also a real asshole from time to time.”

I flip through the pages. It’s just a book, and I’m far from the perfect guy, but I see parallels between this story and her life. Jake and me. Old and new. Bad and…bad, because I’m no better than Miller.

I let it happen. I let him get away with it.

I blink away the thoughts and clear my throat. “Do you know how it ends?”

“Yeah.” She nods, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I have a bad habit of checking the ending before I finish the book.”

“And?” I arch my brows. “The good guy wins?”

She shakes her head. “No. She goes back to her ex…and he becomes the perfect guy—for her.”

Could Miller be her perfect guy? Maybe now that he realizes he really could lose her, he’ll treat her right. If he did, could he win her back?

“Xander.” The book is plucked out of my hands, and a moment later Bella’s face appears in front of me. “What’s wrong?”

“It makes me think about you and Jake.” My words come out easily, as if they were already on the tip of my tongue. “What if he tries to win you back?”

Lips trembling, she climbs into my lap and frames my face with her hands so I’m forced to meet her eye. “You know what this book and my situation have in common?”

She’s quiet for a moment, and when I don’t answer she tilts her head to the side, her hair cascading over her right shoulder.

“A choice.” She presses her forehead to mine. “And as long as I have a say in what I want to do with my life, I’m not going back to Jake. I promise.”

Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. Her sweet, fruity scent engulfs me, and I can breathe freely again.

I don’t know what it is about her that has me so out of my mind.

I’ve always fucked around. In high school, in college, after graduation. Girls have always gravitated toward me. I never minded. Until Bella …

What the fuck am I thinking?

A storm brews in my chest, growing from a light gust to a torrential downpour.

With my arms wrapped around her, I shift so she’s on the couch and I’m on my knees in front of her. I want to give her all the power, let her do whatever she wants with me. She’s confident and bold; she just needs to see herself the way I see her.

“Use me,” I tell her. “Do whatever you want with me. Do what the girls in your books do to their men if you want.”

Bella studies me with a calm expression before she pushes me away and stands. I stay on my knees, watching her walk out of the room. She saunters to the dining table and turns a chair around before she sits and spreads her legs wide.

“Crawl to me, Xander.”

My heart skips a beat, and heat creeps up my neck. I stare at her, caught in her trap. The power she exudes rewires my brain.

Every day, she tightens her hold on the reins of her life. It’s sexy as hell. I’d do anything for her. So, I get on all fours and crawl to her.

“Take off my shorts,” she commands the moment I reach her.

When her shorts land on the floor, she shifts to the edge of the chair, her pussy in my face.

I wet my lips, dying to taste her.

“Make me come, Xander…with only your tongue.”

With a smirk, I dive in. Her sweet scent overtakes me, the taste of her enough to make me rock-hard. I suck her clit then release it. With my lips and teeth, I work her over, adding more friction, winding her up. Anytime I suck her clit into my mouth, she trembles.

“Good boy, Xander…” Bella whimpers, her eyes falling closed.

I double my efforts, and she comes in minutes, hard and intense, her legs shaking. I don’t move. My cock is rock solid; even my balls are tight while I wait for her next command.

When she stands, her legs wobble. It takes effort not to steady her, but she hasn’t given me permission. Once she regains her bearings, she peers down at me. “Sit.”

I stand and slump into the chair she just came on, and when she straddles my lap, I bury my hand in her hair.

“Use me,” I beg, my words raspy.

Bella doesn’t say a word; she just watches me.

Hand at her nape now, I force her face down until our eyes are level. “Use me,” I whisper more urgently. “Take what you need from me and use me.”

I wait. I’ve never been a patient man, and already my patience is wearing thin. Just as I’m about to give up and make a move myself, she angles in and captures my lips with hers.

She presses her hands to my face, her lips desperate for mine. I tug on her hair, opening for her so she can explore my mouth with her tongue. She’s in control, deepening our kiss one moment and almost pulling away the next.

I groan in disapproval when she moves back again. Desperate for more, I lunge forward, but she pushes me back with a hand to my chest.

Her breathing is fast as she sits perched on my lap, eyebrows knitted together. “You told me to use you.” She clutches my hands and removes them from her hips, dropping them so they dangle at my sides. “No touching.”

“That’s not fucking fair.”

“No touching, Xander, or I’ll stop.”

Swallowing the instinct to take over, I nod. With a smirk, she pulls her tee over her head, and her round tits and puckered nipples are on display, making me salivate all over again.

Bella shimmies off my lap and picks up her shorts. When she drops them again, she’s holding a condom. She pulls my hard dick out of my sweatpants and sheaths my length; the whole time, I keep my teeth clenched tight, my hands balled into fists. Fully naked and with a naughty smile, she climbs onto my lap again. Her light peck on my lips is not nearly enough.

Hoisting herself up, she wraps her hand around me and slowly lowers herself. She shudders, and my eyes fall closed when she’s seated completely. Fuck. My skin feels like it’s on fire. My desire to touch her just might be the death of me. That, or the loss of my sanity.

As she works herself up and down, my mind goes hazy. She moves slow and steady, her breasts bouncing, making my urge to disobey grow. Her pebbled nipples are inches from my face, but I’m not allowed to touch them. Goddamn.

She’s gonna pay for this, and I know exactly how. It’ll still be all about her, but I will be the one in control.

“Such a good boy,” she praises. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is messy, but her smile? Immaculate. “You want to touch me?”

I nod.

“Say it.” Her words are followed by a loud moan.

“I want to touch you.”

“Then beg for it.”

Never in my life could I have imagined myself begging someone, or crawling to them, but that was then…before her.

“Please, Bella. Please let me touch you. I want it so bad, baby.”

“Thank you for begging so nicely.” She slams her lips to mine.

I kiss her with the same passion, the fire inside me flaring hotter. Finally, I touch her, caressing her smooth skin, playing with her nipples. Her tongue battles mine, twirling and curling until she’s out of breath.

She lifts and drops herself down harder, arching back and resting her hands on my knees. Her moans and whimpers, the sloppy sounds of her pussy dripping down my cock, fill the space.

With a hand at her throat, I squeeze, and when the corners of her mouth tip up, I add a little more pressure. She’s altering my brain’s chemistry. This is all new, this wildness, her insatiable nature that pushes my limits.

And I’m fucking happy about it.

Her movements become more frantic, her pelvis grinding against mine as she chases her orgasm. “Oh my God!” she cries out, throwing her head back. “I’m so full…”

“My dick is soaked with you, baby… You feel like heaven.” I squeeze her throat until her face flushes a shade darker, her smile broader. “You like that?” I breathe out.

“I love it,” she moans. “The best necklace I’ve ever worn…”

Holy. Fuck.

Every day she weaves a little more of herself into my being, into my life, stealing my senses and my reservations as well as my sanity.

I let go of her throat and push her hair off her face. Sweaty, skin on fire, she watches me, her eyes hooded with her almost-there orgasm, and fuck, if this isn’t the most beautiful sight in the world.

“I’m coming.” She throws her head back as her insides spasm, pulsating until I explode too.

When my breathing calms, I kiss her again. It’s slow and gentle—the total opposite of how we started.

“You like to be on top,” I say.

“Yes.”

“Is this your favorite position?”

“No, but you’re about to find out what is,” she answers playfully. “And, uh”—she tucks her chin and focuses on my lap—“I think I ruined your sweatpants.”

“If it means I get to see you like this again, wild and unpredictable, you can ruin all my clothes. Don’t be afraid to be a mess for me, baby.”

Cradling her face, I kiss her again, just to feel her mouth on mine.

“I didn’t expect you to listen or beg…or to crawl,” Bella confesses once our lips part. “But you were a good boy. You did exactly as you were told.”

This woman. She’s trying to get a rise out of me. She’s goading me into doing what she wants. I could easily teach her a lesson, but why should I?

Standing, I grip her ass and haul her up with me.

She wraps her legs around my hips and clings to my neck. “Where are we going?”

With a swat to her ass, I say, “To my bedroom.”

“And what are we going to do there?”

“You’re going to sit on my face, and you’ll scream my name as loud as you can while I make you come.”