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Xavier

The usual crowd waits outside the locker room. Kids with their dad's jersey, wives and girlfriends exchanging hugs as players join them, but none of it registers. All I see is her.

And goddamn, what a sight. Vivienne's wearing a pair of ripped shorts that mold to her lush hips. She's leaning against the cement wall, one of her Nikes scuffing lazily at the shiny floor, her arms crossed like she has nowhere to be but here. I've had girls wait for me before, but this is different, and it might not seem so significant if I hadn't claimed her for the world to see before the game.

Her eyes lift and catch on mine. It's there too, in her steady gaze.

That kiss wasn't nothing.

I changed the rules of our arrangement without asking her and she's scared. But there's something in the way her lips twitch, giving me a hint of a dimple, as if to say, You started this, now what?

We have an audience for the second time tonight, but I don't care. Caging her in, I bring my lips to her ear. "There are a lot of places I like seeing you, but this might be one of my favorites." There's something about her being here on her own, for me.

"Why don't you take me back to your place and show me the other places you like having me . . . your bed, for starters?"

"Have something you want to cross off tonight?" I ask.

"No, I want you, nothing else."

Well fuck. That's more vulnerability than I expected from her.

Taking her hand, I lead her out of the stadium and to my car.

When we get to the house, warm light spills from the kitchen where Tenley's busy making freezer smoothies. She glances up as we walk in, her eyes darting between us. Even if she didn't know about her aunt and me, there's no chance she'd miss the heavy tension.

After a quick hello, I drop Vivienne's hand and continue through the kitchen to the nursery. I take the stairs two at a time. Checking on Holland when I get home is my favorite part of the day, but tonight I don't linger. She's safe and sound in her crib and I'm going to make the most of my night with Vivienne.

When I step back into the kitchen, Vivienne's barefoot and helping herself to a glass of wine while she and Tenley talk. The quiet conversation that was happening halts. Pretending to be oblivious to the fact that they were most certainly talking about me--or us --I grab a glass of water.

"I think I'll finish this tomorrow." Tenley grins, already putting the blender in the dishwasher and tucking the bag of frozen strawberries back into the freezer. "Leave you to your night. Holland's been asleep since seven--had a five-ounce bottle. It's all in there." She points to her trusty notebook.

"Thanks," I say.

Vivienne's cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink when her niece throws a wink her way. "Have fun and be safe, kids," Tenley adds, grabbing her bag and disappearing out the door to the garage with a bounce in her step.

"That was truly mortifying. She's never going to let me live it down," Vivienne mutters, her hands flying to her flushed cheeks as she leans into the island.

"Having regrets about coming home with me?" I lean casually against the opposite cabinet, arms crossed.

She looks up at me, her lips curving into a slow smile. "Absolutely not."

"Good." I push off and make my way to her, not willing to stay away now that we are alone. "Did you eat at the game?"

"I had a hot dog."

I raise a brow, fighting back a grin. "A hot dog?"

"Don't start," she warns, her tone laced with mock seriousness.

I chuckle, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear as I settle beside her. "I'll take that as a no. You need some real food."

"I thought you were taking me to bed."

"I've got a better plan." I grab the strawberries from the freezer and take the biggest, juiciest looking one from the bag. It's already half-thawed from sitting out earlier.

"You're going to feed me half-frozen strawberries?" Disbelief lifts her dark brow. "I think I prefer the original plan."

Her laugh is soft and warm, curling around the space between us.

"Patience," I counter, stepping closer. "Give me a minute and I'll change your mind. This isn't on our list but I think you'll like it."

I hold the strawberry between us, the cold fruit brushing her pouty lips--lips I'm dying to taste again. Her laughter fades into a stuttered breath as the icy fruit melts against her heated skin and her eyes lock on mine.

Pulling her lip down with the fruit, my mouth replaces it, and she shivers beneath me as I drag it down her neck and over her collarbone.

"Well?" My voice is rough.

She swallows, and I chase the bob of her throat with my tongue. "Not bad." Her voice breaks, betraying her. "V-very refreshing."

"Not bad?" My gaze slips from her lips, following the line of her sternum down to where her tank top dips low, teasing at what lies beneath the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. "You'll be begging for me to feed it to you in no time."

Her breath catches as my mouth descends on her, sucking up drops of juice before they stain the hem of her white tank top. The trail of red melds with the wetness from my tongue glistening against her skin.

"So fucking pretty." I press my lips to the top of each mound. "But I want more. I'm so greedy for you." Her lips part as I lean closer, the strawberry tracing slow, deliberate paths, back and forth, over her chest. "Still think the hot dog was a better choice?"

Her laugh is a shaky exhale, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I don't know. It's pretty hard to beat a stadium dog."

Well, that won't fucking do. My hands find the hem of her tank before she can take another breath. "Arms up." I hastily pull the ribbed tank top over her head, taking a moment to appreciate the way her bra pushes her breasts together."Game on, sweetheart. You're never going to look at a strawberry again without turning my favorite shade of pink."

I don't waste any time because seven days was more than enough. Flicking the front clasp of her bra open, I step back in awe. The way her heavy tits spring free almost does me in.

I swipe my thumb across my bottom lip. "This body drives me mad-- you drive me mad. Now what the hell am I going to do about it?"

"I thought you were going to feed me?" she challenges. "Give me something more . . . filling."

Each time, Vivienne gets a little more bold in the bedroom, letting more of the woman I know outside of the bedroom shine. And the way she's talking to me right now has my dick harder than ever.

"So damn eager. Lose the shorts for me while I decide what part of you I want to start with." My voice comes out raspy, my mouth dry and my tongue heavy.

Without taking her eyes off of me, she shimmies her shorts down her hips, swaying as she works them off her body. Standing in front of me in nothing but a barely-there lace thong that sits high on her hips, highlighting the curves she wears so well, I know exactly how I want her.

But first she needs to come. I advance on her. In one quick step, I set the fruit aside, and put my hands on her waist, lifting her easily onto the counter.

A hiss of her warm breath hits my neck when her ass hits the cool marble counter. A split second later I'm removing that last barrier keeping me from what I so desperately want--no, need .

Definitely need.

I don't know how or when it happened, but I'm so fucking gone for Vivienne. And even though that's not what we agreed to, I don't fucking care. I'm going to keep being gone for her.

With her thong fluttering to the floor, I push her hips back. My palm coasts down her legs, banding around her ankle. Fuck, even those are pretty. I place a kiss on each, lifting them until her feet are flat on the counter.

"Jesus," she mutters.

"Look at you." My eyes rake over every inch of her, catching on all my favorite parts: the softness of her as she leans back on her elbows for support, the swell of her hip, and the glistening spot between her legs that is calling to me. "Open for me so I can see all of you," I praise, my elbow pushing her knees open further.

They fall wider, giving me what I want. I pick up the strawberry from beside her and trace the same path I did earlier. The warmth of her skin has it nearly soft enough to eat, and by the time I'm through it will be ripe for tasting, succulent and dripping.

I spend extra time circling her nipples into tight buds, alternating cold swipes of the strawberry and feverish kisses until she's clutching my hair and whimpering my name.

"It's been too long," she whispers, her voice sharp with need when my mouth pops free.

"I know, sweetheart." I reach below the counter, palming my covered cock.

"Why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

All my clothes in fact. She's delightfully naked while I stand over her with everything but my shoes on.

"If I weren't, I'd already be buried deep inside you." I reach around the island, grabbing a stool and sliding it between my legs. This late in the season I'm not too proud to admit my body hurts. Besides, it puts me at the perfect height to be able to devour her without getting an inconvenient cramp.

She squeaks out a surprised laugh when I lift her by the hips, cradling her back and pulling her closer to me.

My fingers are still cool from the strawberry and I swipe them through her searing center. Shivers rack her body when I push inside, slowly stretching the wall of muscle that's pulling me in.

"Your cunt is already begging for more."

"Yes. More." Her head lolls to the side.

"If I put my mouth right here"--I press my thumb firmly on her sensitive bud--"are you going to make a mess all over my counter?"

"Definitely," she murmurs, so breathy and distracted that I'm not even sure she knows what she's saying.

I can't help it. I chuckle against her apex, making her cry out.

"Your mouth--the things it does to me should be illegal. I want to keep this mouth forever."

She's babbling now, lost in the moment, but I covet the words she's giving me too much to stop her.

With my fingers inside of her, I press towards her belly button at the same time I clamp down on her clit. Each stroke against her front wall makes her glazed pussy drip, leaving a mess all over my face and counter as I drive her higher. "Get there for me, sweetheart. Give me your first one. There are so many more coming--lost time and all." Trembling, her thighs bump my shoulders, trying to close on me as she gets closer. The wet sound her pussy makes as my fingers continue to fuck her makes my cock swell even more.

"Stay open," I demand.

"Can't." She hums. The one word followed quickly by my name--sweet and broken, spilling from her lips. "It's . . . so much pressure. Oh god. I don't think . . ." Her words dissolve into a deep moan.

I work her harder, her hips nearly lifting with each jerk of my wrist. Her breath comes faster until the grip she has on my hair bites painfully. She could pull it all out and I wouldn't give a fuck if it meant my lips were on her sweet cunt.

"Xavier. Shit. Oh my--fuucck." The word is drawn out as her walls seize around me so tight that they almost force my fingers out. I keep stroking her until she's shaking under me, soaking the counter with her release.

It's filthy and beautiful all at once.

Her grip on my hair loosens and she lets her arms drop to the counter. She's sweating and breathing hard, her body lax from the potency of it.

"Did I just--shit, what a mess," she groans.

"Fuck yes, I'm covered in you."

"Oh god." She covers her face, already flushed from her release.

I pull her hands away, standing from the stool and pulling her with me so we are face to face.

"Nothing-- no one has ever turned me on more. You hear me?"

"That wasn't on the list." She laughs, a little manically, as she buries her face in my shoulder.

"It would have been a fucking travesty not to cross that off now that we know you can do it."

Once she's steady, I lift her from the counter, letting her feet land on either side of mine before spinning her around, pinning her hips between me and the counter. Pressing between her shoulder blades, I ease her forward, loving the way her body shudders when her skin hits the slick counter.

"Why is it so hot?" She turns her head, finding me over her shoulder.

"What?"

"This--all of it. You still fully clothed. Me lying naked in my own cum."

"Because it's messy. It takes away all of your carefully constructed control and puts me in charge." I pull my shirt over my head. "You get to be unapologetically yourself, and no one but me gets to see you like this, do they?" My belt clanks as it comes undone and falls to the floor with my pants, punctuating the question.

"You know they don't," she whispers, her sparkling greens eating up every inch of skin I give her.

My dick springs free, happy to be released from the confines of my briefs and aching to be inside her. I'll never get my fill of looking at Vivienne, especially when she's exquisitely bare for me.

The brush of my dick against her ass has me gritting my teeth when I lean over her, covering her back with my front. It's insane to me how deeply affected I am by her. No one else has ever made me crazy like this. It's borderline embarrassing how quickly she makes me fall apart.

"This is going to be fast and dirty." Everytime we're together I'm fighting to hang on a little longer to make sure it's as good for her as it is for me. "Tell me that's okay--that I can be a little rough with you tonight."

She's still drenched from earlier and I slide against her with ease. My teeth clamp down on her shoulder, stifling my groan.

"Yes. Fuck," she gasps. "That feels--it's so good--god, Xavier."

I let myself sink into the moment, flexing my hips and sliding my cock through her slickness again, soaking my cock. "I'm going to bury myself so deep that you'll carry me with you even when I'm not here."

"Do it," she begs.

My crown nudges her entrance and I'm about to push in when I realize there's a problem.

I don't have a condom.

"Shit," I groan, pulling my hips back.

"What--no."

"Sweetheart, I don't have protection. I need to . . ."

"I have an IUD!" she practically shouts, making me freeze.