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“I’ll take her,” Huxley steps in. “I was just about to leave anyway.”
“Ray,“ he warns.
Huxley looks at me one last time before affirming his decision. “Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.”
“Congratulations on ten years and a successful marriage,” I say to the couple.
“Savannah,” Xavier pleads.
I don’t stop to listen to his pathetic begging as I follow Huxley out. He doesn’t speak to me as we wait for the valet to bring his car to the front. I’m too pissed off to admire his black Audi and the red interior. Instead, I lean back into my seat and stare out the window.
“Don’t fuck up my car,” he warns. “I love this thing more than my mother.” His attempt to lighten the mood falls on deaf ears. He wisely chooses to sit in silence. Unfortunately for me, that silence lasted a total of five minutes.
“Where are you living?”
“His guesthouse,” I grumble. The question is a reminder I can’t avoid him forever.
“Are the two of you fucking?”
“No,” I deadpan. “I wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole.”
Huxley chuckles. “What did he do to piss you off so much?”
“Can you drive without talking?” I snap.
He watches me for a few moments but does as I ask. When he pulls up, he surprises me by getting out of the car and walking me to the gate.
“What is it with you men thinking the woman always needs saving?”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I know you can hold your own. I just want to make sure you don’t set his house on fire with the mood you’re in.”
I lock the gate and walk to the guesthouse with Huxley on my tail. Even once I am indoors, he doesn’t leave. He observes me shoving the mess into any drawer and falling back onto my bed.
“Can I trust you’re going to behave yourself?”
I don’t want to behave myself. I want to screw Xavier over in any way I can. Maybe that will relieve some of the tension in my shoulders. I eye the specimen that is Mr Huxley Ray – leaning against the bookshelf, watching me seethe to myself. Xaviertoldme not to go there but fuck him and his stupid rules.
I sit up and smile at him.
“I don’t like how you’re looking at me,” he says.
I slowly walk over to him and run my hands down his arms. “Let’s just do this once. One hot, steamy fuck, and we call it quits.”
He shakes his head. “No. Xavier—“
“Shut the fuck up about him,” I snap. “Who cares what he wants? Does he tell you when to take a shit, or do you still own your own balls?”
My words knock on his ego, and he grabs my throat. “Why don’t you get on your knees and check for yourself?” Single-handedly, he unbuckles his belt and pushes me onto my knees.
Like a starved being, I pull his boxers down and smile at the beast before me. I look at him through my lashes as my tongue starts at the base and teasingly works its way up. I feel the blood rushing to his cock as he hardens under my tongue.
“Open your mouth and take it all.”
“My pleasure.”
I follow his instructions and take it as far down my throat as I can. His fingers weave through my hair as he pushes further down my throat. My gag reflexes kick in, but that only fuels his lust. He grabs both sides of my face and fucks my mouth like his life depends on it. He forces his length down my throat, making it hard to breathe. But when he releases a guttural groan, it makes it worth it.
As I peer up at him, the sight makes me weak. Huxley’s eyes are trained on me as I work him until that familiar salty taste of pre-cum laces my tongue.
