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Xavier approached her from behind. He gently moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Her giggling stopped abruptly. He nuzzled and kissed her nape gently, taking his time.
“Huh, mirrors.” Xavier said more to himself.
“What’s that?”
“A random thought, sorry. In San Antonio you told me I should look in a mirror.”
“Did you?”
“I’m trying to.”
Hope tilted her head and studied him in a mirror for a moment. “You are, aren’t you? Well, isn’t that something?” She studied the reflection of the man standing behind her. “Sounds like we’ve both had a good hard look at ourselves. About time. Inever did like who stared back at me, but now…” Her hand slid along his face. “Well, I kind of like both these people.”
“Does yours—” he began as he ground against her behind.
“Shut up, Surfer-Boy. You’ll ruin it.” She smiled.
He loved that smile, far more than he should. He ignored the alarms pinging in his brain and spun her around, cupped her head in his hands, and kissed the rest of her words right out of her.
“Hope, I’m amazed I could inspire anything, let alone the woman you deserve to be.”
“I’m glad you did.” She paused. “If we’re on the clock here, we should probably…”
“Get naked?”
“It’s like you can read my mind sometimes.”
Xavier kicked off his shoes and removed his socks with a flick of his wrist. Next came the jeans, jacket, t-shirt, and underwear. Every piece was discarded in a pile on the floor—unlike Hope, who took her time. Slowly she unzipped the back of her dress, clearly enjoying Xavier’s hungry gaze. She slid it over her shapely hips. Much to his delight, she wore no underwear and kept her heels on.
Unhooking her black lacy bra, Hope discarded it with a flourish. They stood before each other, naked, their aroused bodies reflected back at them a hundredfold. Hope stepped forward, but Xavier stepped back. A curious expression crossed her face.
“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, did you?” he asked as he stepped away.
Xavier slipped into the maze of mirrors, walking blindly, unsure what was real and what was a reflection.
“You son of a bitch.” Her curse was tinged with excitement. “You’ll pay for this.”
“I hope so.”
Xavier forged deeper into the maze, bounced off glass, and became utterly disorientated. He saw fleeting glimpses of Hope’s voluptuous form, but like him, she couldn’t distinguish reality from reflection.
From a short distance away, she grunted in frustration. “All I can see is cocks!”
“Are you complaining?” He slid past a gap into a long corridor of morphing mirrors.
“Seeing is great, but it’s got nothing on feeling.” She cursed again. “Damn, I almost had you then. This is torture! You have ten seconds before I put my clothes back on and leave. I want you, Xavier.”
“You’ve got to earn it.”
He loved teasing her. Oh, how he loved it. Despite her protests, the payoff would be worth it.
Man, what this woman does to me. It was beyond his expectations that the night would turn out this well, that Hope would even be talking to him. Naked in a house of mirrors was a bonus, a very welcome bonus. Xavier knew he’d been a world class idiot. All the time he’d spent worrying about Hope and watching her become more and more courageous made him realise how much of a coward he’d been not telling her the truth. He had time to make it up to her, and he intended to do exactly that.
Coming to a large gap in the maze, Xavier found his form reflected back countless times. The circle of mirrors replicated him endlessly, thousands of Xavier’s off into infinity. This would be the place.
“Marco!” he called.
“You better watch out—Polo!”
