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He drives himself into me one last time, and I feel him tense just as I fall off the edge, moaning his name, pulling him with me.

"Fuck. What are you doing to me?" he whispers after we regain our breath.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my tongue catching a drop of sweat trickling down his neck as he gently lowers my legs from his waist.

"I go from a self-imposed monk to not being able to stop fucking you," he growls, and a shiver streaks up my spine. I know the feeling, the exact feeling.

"I'm not doing anything," I say, reaching down to run a finger along the wetness between my legs and bringing it up to my mouth.

He watches me wrap my lips around the tip of my finger, tasting our joint orgasm.

"Is that what you've been doing? Spending the last decade practicing how to be a temptress?" he asks, sighing as he reaches down to fix his clothes.

"Ha! Yeah, me in my flannel pajamas watching Gilmore Girls over and over. No. I guess you just bring it out in me."

He leans forward and kisses me gently.

And I sigh.

I don't know how I could've forgotten what it was like to be with him.

How totally and completely right it felt.

I can only wonder how I am going to survive once he is gone again.

The intercom buzzes.

"Leave it," Xavier growls, his kisses already growing deeper even though it's barely been two minutes since he came inside me, his finger lingering between my legs.

I don't stop kissing him, but I reach across the desk to press the answer button.

"Iz. Are you there? Just checking you're okay, heard something going on in your office. Iz?"

"MMmI'mfinehmmm," I mumble against Xavier's mouth.

"What?"

I pull away to Xavier's annoyance. I press a finger to his lips, and whisper, "If I don't answer, he'll come in here."

"Then fucking answer him, you don't want him coming in here to see what's about to happen!" He drops to his knees in front of me and runs his tongue along the length of my pussy.

"Ohhh," a moan falls from my lips before I can stop it.

"Iz?"

"Yeah… sorry... um, I'm fine... talk later." I switch the intercom off, and lie back, letting Xavier make up for lost time.

***

"I'm so hungry, what's taking so long?" I look around the cafe, trying to find our waitress, so I can give her a pointed glare.

"It's been three minutes," Xavier says, still looking down at his phone.

"Why aren't you hungrier?! You were the one doing most of the work," I say, winking at him. But he's still not looking at me. "Hey!" I run my foot up the inside of his leg, wondering how far I should take it.

He finally looks up, his eyebrow cocked.

"You don't want to do that," he says. And there's a powerfulness about him that makes me feel weak.