Page 74 of What About Us

“There.”

“I’m way too heavy for this.”

This man just grins and buries his face in my neck. “I like having you in my lap, you know.”

“Hmm.”

His lips drift up my jawline, and he nudges my face his way, and then his lips cover mine, and Jesus. He’s so damn good at that, and I can’t help the sounds that I make or the way my entire body comes alive when he touches me.

“Fuck, Red, you’re so damn sexy.”

His hand drifts down my chest and covers my breast, and when he finds the already puckered nipple, he groans.

I’m trying so hard to keep my distance. To be a professional—and I really hate that word—but he makes it so hard.

And he is so hard.

“You’re making me crazy, so if you don’t want me to fuck you here in this gym, I need you to say so now, wildcat. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, but I am going out of my mind with wanting you.”

Rather than say anything at all, I deepen the kiss and sink my hands in his hair, and then I’m airborne and Xander’s carrying me through the gym to my desk, where he sets me down and immediately gets to work wiggling my little shorts off. I manage to tug my sports bra over my head, and then his mouth is on my breast, biting my nipple and making me moan.

“Christ, Xander.”

“Mm.” He moves to the other side and pays it the same attention, but when he starts to kiss down my body, I stop him.

“Whoa.”

“What?” He’s breathing hard as he stares into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I just worked out.”

“Yeah, it was fucking awesome foreplay.”

God, he’s fun.

“I need a shower, Xander. I don’t want you to⁠—”

I bite my lip because I can’t finish that thought, and he narrows his eyes on me as his hand drifts up my inner thigh to my core, making me suck in a breath.

“You don’t want my mouth on this perfect pussy?”

I shake my head. God, he has good hands.

“I don’t care, you know. Not one bit. I can’t wait to taste you. But because this is the first time, and I want you to be perfectly comfortable, we’ll save it for later.”

“A rain check sounds good to me.”

He presses two fingers through my wetness and then pushes them inside, and I lean back on my hands, giving him easier access.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He nibbles my shoulder and over to my ear. “And you’re squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.”

He adds his thumb to my clit, and I cry out because oh my God, I think I’m going to come. How am I going to come this fast?

“You’re responsive,” he whispers. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Are you going to come on my hand, wildcat?”

I nod, unable to form words, and he presses against my clit just a little harder, and I lose it. I grip onto his arm, squeezing, as I ride out the most intense climax of my freaking life, and when I’ve come out the other side, breath heaving, he’s smiling down at me.

“We’re gonna do that again.”