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“I want you to come for me,” he growled in her ear.
“I...” Could she? Her whole body felt like it was on fire, her whole self wanted him in a way she’d never wanted anyone.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he commanded, in a voice that left no room for argument. She was hyperaware that at any moment, someone could walk in, someone could hear them.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded again, and then she did, her hand snaking downward, finding her sweet center. This was what she wanted. Pure, unadulterated lust, taken by a man who couldn’t wait to get her in a bed. Couldn’t wait to even get her fully undressed.
She pushed against her own hand, as he delved deeper and harder in her. She could feel the tension build. Oh, God, could she. Not caring about who might come in or who might hear them, she let go, toppling over the edge in a furious, urgent climax. She let out a shout, even as he, too, came inside her with a hard thrust. He collapsed against her, breathing hard.
“You are...so fucking perfect,” he growled in her ear, as if even he couldn’t believe it. “What are you doing to me?”
Her legs felt like jelly, and she didn’t even know if she could move just yet. He withdrew, discarded the condom and zipped up, then kissed her neck as she pulled down the hem of her skirt. One thigh-high was now down around her knee.
“I’ll keep these,” he promised, tucking her G-string in his pocket. Then, he kissed the back of her neck once more.
“You promised your name,” she said.
“Xavier,” he said and slipped out of the stall.
“Xavier... What?” she asked, staying behind to straighten out her thigh-highs. She’d never had such an amazing orgasm so fast in a public space before. She felt light-headed and overcome, her knees literally wobbled as she stood up. The storm of passion had left her spent and panting, unsure of what to do next. Her head spun. The last time she’d even done anything so...public was in her college dorm study lounge.
“Xavier?” she called once more, but heard no response. She came out of the stall to find the restroom empty. Was he outside? She smoothed her now mussed hair as she rushed out.
The lobby, however, was empty.
Xavier was nowhere to be found.
CHAPTER NINE
XAVIER JUMPED INTO a waiting cab as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He could still smell her on him, on his clothes, and his veins still buzzed with arousal and yearning for her. She ought to be in his arms right now. Hell, he ought to have taken her upstairs to a new room and taken her eight more times. But he couldn’t. He was getting pulled in, as if Emma were quicksand. He’d felt that urge for more grow in him just when he thought it ought to be abating. He wanted to spend the night with her again and wake up with her in his arms, and he couldn’t do that. He knew what it would mean if he did. He was falling for this girl. As he came he’d almost said, I love you.
Never before had he felt such swift emotions, not during sex, and certainly not with what amounted to a stranger. The last time he’d felt so consumed had been Sasha. And he had no intention of making that mistake again.
Leaving her now was the best thing he could do for them both. He’d thought that he could get her out of his system by having one last night with her, but now, he realized, she was like a highly addictive drug: the more times he went back, the more he’d need her. And he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t ready. Sasha had torn out his heart and he vowed never to let another woman get that close to him again.
His phone pinged, the Nost app alerting him to the fact that her profile was officially disappearing from his app in less than fifteen minutes. There was nothing he could do to prolong the inevitable. He’d been the one to engineer it, after all, and despite his partners wanting a fail-safe, a way of extending time, he’d been bullheaded about that feature.
“Can’t close the deal in forty-eight? Then you start over,” he’d said. And eventually he’d gotten everyone to agree with him. “You want a longer relationship than that? Then head to Bumble.”
The board had eventually agreed. They couldn’t be the “looking for love” app when they were strictly about no-strings. It was the way to set themselves apart in an already crowded market. But now, Xavier doubted himself. Had he done the right thing?
Still, he had her number. He had a way to contact her. He knew where she worked.
Can’t do it, he told himself. The sex was amazing, but that’s all it was. The words rang hollow even in his own head. He knew he was lying to himself, and yet, he stubbornly refused to admit it.
Instead, he decided to hit the gym. That’s where he went to work out his frustrations and maybe after an hour or two lifting weights his mind would be clearer and he’d get his mind off Emma’s gorgeous, lean body and the way she gave herself so freely, came so deeply. He’d never had a woman offer up so much of herself to him so willingly, and he wondered if that included her heart as well. Would she love him as passionately as she fucked him? Thoughts of love unnerved him. What was he doing? He’d decided long ago that love was toxic. Why would he want that now?
