“Please,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Say it, sweetheart. Say it so I can fill you up. I can’t unless you let me.” Xander's breath hitched, his pants becoming ragged and shallow.
A literal god was begging me to let him come by simply saying his name. A girl’s brain could explode from that thought alone.
“You want it, don't you, baby? You want my cock to fill you up?” He pleaded, almost desperate. He was the hypnotist now and suddenly I wanted that more than anything.
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice hoarse and strained. “Fuck me, Xander. Please, just?—”
And then he was coming, his hips jerking wildly as he filled me with his seed with a long, wretched roar that echoed throughout the empty theater.
I couldn't help the rush of pleasure as he spilled inside me. Xander was nothing short of a wild animal, driven and untamed, and I wanted to take in every ounce of that energy. His warmthcoursed into me, warm and thick, satisfying some part of my brain I rarely used.
The peaks of my breasts screwed up and electrified into tight buds, my stomach clenching and releasing. My body buckled beneath him, quaking in yet another release as he claimed me in the most intense way possible.
“Fuck, Miranda,” he groaned, his body shuddering as he collapsed onto his side, pulling me with him. His arms wrapped around me tightly.
The sheets were soaked from either our sweat or desire, and we lay there, panting until the air cooled our overheated bodies.
“Sushi or Mexican for our date?” Xander asked, breaking the moment.
Chapter 10
The Badass
The reality of what I’d done hit me like a bucket of ice cubes over the head. I’d been determined to keep him at arm’s length. I had control of myself and the situation… until I didn’t.
My self-respect, or was it my self-preservation, scattered like a flock of birds.
How much time had passed? I jumped off the bed, wrenching Xander along with me as I seized the hair pin again. Unlike last time, it landed in the pinhole, and I quickly unlocked the cuffs.
I snatched up my clothes and had them on before Xander even got up from the bed.
“Miranda,” he said, his voice concerned but weak.
“We shouldn’t have done that.” All the self-hate poured in with more intensity than that last orgasm.
Okay, maybe notthatintense, but close.
“Miranda, slow down,” Xander ordered, but I was back in control of myself.
He stepped in front of me, completely nude and sexily disheveled, that stupid Hawaiian shirt still open, barely hanging on his shoulders, brows set low over his piercing, concerned eyes.
“I can’t. I have to go. Jamal will be up soon.” I swept by him, grabbing my effects off the chair and quickly finding my way out a door and into the morning heat that already promised to be another scalding day.
My brain raced at a mile a minute as my legs carried me in a half walk, half run, obeying my every instinct that told me to get as far away from the god in that theater as possible. We’d ended up in a place a mile off from the Strip, but I recognized this part of town. Only when I’d put a good distance between me and the sex god, did I order a ride to pick me up.
Thankfully the driver wasn’t chatty, and I was dropped off at home just as Mama Jean and Jamal’s morning alarms went off. I jumped into the shower, trying to erase what happened before they got up.
“You okay, honey child?” Mama Jean later asked with a furrowed brow over her coffee.
“What?” My head snapped up.
She reached out a buttery soft, yet weathered hand and set it on mine at the breakfast table. “You’ve been jumpy all morning. Like the devil himself might be chasing you.”
I blinked.
My cool demeanor had been shattered after a couple hours in bed with Xander. I could actually feel the guilt and heat eat at my cheeks.
With a quick glance at Jamal, I saw he was absorbed with the game on his tablet while he ate his cereal. Normally, I’d force him to put it away and focus on his food, but I left him alone. I pulled my hand away from Mama Jean’s.
