Squeezing tight, her pelvis pulled back.“Xavie—”
“Shit, baby, go!”
With that permission, she bucked and braced, holding onto the waves of ecstasy that milked him deep within her.
“Oh, Xavie,” she breathed out when he dropped on top of her, his weight sort of braced on the elbow he had on the couch above her shoulder.
“Know how many times I’ve thought about doing that?”he panted.“We’ll last longer next time.”
“Next time?”she asked, ready to tease him again.But he scooped her off the couch and carried her across the room.“Where are we going?”
“Upstairs.Slumber party needs a bed.”
And he opened the door by the bookcases behind the desk she’d ignored earlier.
“Oh, your bedroom?”They went up a sweeping spiral staircase that occupied the cylindrical hallway.“Aren’t I honored?”
“You should be,” he said when they got into the huge room at the top of the stairs.“Now it’s your turn to impress me.”
THIRTEEN
MMM, MORNING.In the heat of the smothering pillow, she almost couldn’t breathe.But it didn’t matter.She didn’t need to breathe when the bed felt so good.The pillow might be a melted marshmallow, but the mattress was firm.The sheets sandwiching her were feather soft, so light they were barely a tickle on her skin.
Morning.
Bed.
Her eyes opened in the same instant she pounced onto her elbows.
Fuck!
Scrambling out of the empty bed, she ran away from the bright floor-to-ceiling drapes to the spiral staircase downward.
“Fuck,” she said, darting across the dormant room to grab up her clothes from the previous night.“Fuck!”
Again and again, she wanted to scream at him.Unfortunately, he wasn’t around.The jerk left her sleeping.Who the hell did that?Who the hell just—what a jackass!
After slamming the front door, she came to a crashing halt.A car, right there, door open.Could he have…?Did he…?She was wearing heels and…
It wasn’t technically stealing if she wasn’t leaving his land, was it?That was on the assumption he even owned the car.Maybe it belonged to a staff member.The keys were on the dash.And there was a note on the steering wheel.“If it feels good…”
“It’s allowed,” she said, getting in to gun the engine and speed down to her apartment.
This didn’t excuse him abandoning her.Why was she behind the eight-ball with him all the time?Not all the time.Since they’d met in real life, that was since when.She never used to be, but now he was kicking her ass, keeping her off-kilter.In her defense, she wasn’t prepared like him.He’d known they were going real world and technically his life hadn’t changed.
Her world was upside down, in a spiral after a few backflips.She lived in a new place.Worked in a new place with new people.Her home, her work, her social life, even her economic bracket had changed.Everything was different.
That was no excuse.
If he wanted to play, she had to raise her game.
In her whole life, she’d never showered and changed so fast.Not that it mattered.She was already late.Seriously late.
It was a couple of minutes past noon when the elevator doors opened on Mosaic’s executive floor.Striding out, she held her head high.No one would see shame.She didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.
The bunch of people in the jerk’s office may not have noticed her, but he did.Their eyes met, and he raised his chin from the fingers that had propped it up.
Without an ounce of hesitation, she extended an arm to flip him the bird.Yep, and she’d leave it there, hanging in the air as long as possible.His lips puckered in a quick kiss and he winked.
