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“Fix it,” he barked. Then, to everyone else, “Back to work.”
The kitchen sprang into action.
Xavier crossed the room to where I stood, his footsteps masked by the sudden clamor. I watched him come, reminded of Moses in the Red Sea, the way the activity around him seemed to part with each step.
“What are you doing here?” he asked when he reached me.
“I—er—Elsie told me you were here, and I saw your texts. I thought I’d surprise you.” By the time I was finished, I sounded like a mouse squeaking for a bite of cheese.
“Thought you’d surprise me…”
He looked me over, only then taking in what I was wearing. My shirt wasn’t particularly tight, but Xavier’s gaze made it feel like a second skin—particularly since my nipples were making it more than obvious how nervous I was. When he caught sight of my skirt, he chewed on his lips for several long seconds before he grabbed my hand, apparently deciding to offer a proper greeting.
“Come with me,” he ordered.
Maybe not.
He dragged me through the kitchen to a propped-open back door, which he kicked shut as soon as we exited the restaurant. I found myself in an alley off the main street, locked in by a building at the far end and the racket of Charing Cross on the other. Cars zoomed by, pedestrians crowded the sidewalk, and I could hear the tinkle of silverware and music from countless restaurants and bars from here. Still, where we stood was relatively quiet. Or maybe the noise was just swallowed by Xavier’s intensity.
“Is everything all right?” I asked as he yanked me farther into the alley, well past the set of dumpsters used by the restaurant and a shipping container that stored supplies. “Xavi, wait. What was going on back there? Was that really just about soup? Babe, are you okay?”
Suddenly, I was jerked around, then found myself shoved against the brick wall of the building, barely hidden behind the shipping container. Xavier’s big body trapped me against the brick.
“No,” he said flatly. “But I will be.”
Before I could reply, his mouth crashed into mine, sucking, biting, drinking from my lips like he was an alcoholic falling off the wagon. It was a far cry from Xavier’s usually sensuous kisses. This bruised just as deeply as anything he had wanted to do to the man inside. I was completely at his mercy as he raided my mouth, as merciless as a marauder, ruthless as a fiend.
“Xavi,” I gasped when he finally released me minutes later. My lips were so swollen, I could barely speak. “What—”
“This day,” he muttered as his hands roved down my body, seeking contact through the thin fabrics of my clothes. “This skirt. You had to wear thisfuckingskirt, didn’t you?”
Without another word, said skirt was suddenly wrenched over my hips, and the hand that slipped between my thighs ripped through my lace underwear with a single tug. Xavier tossed the fabric aside, where it fluttered to the cobblestones, a scrap of pink against the dirty grays and browns. Then he lifted me bodily against the wall, bringing me face-to-face so he could crush his lips to mine all over again. Frequently, he said he wanted to devour me whole. But this was the first time I felt truly consumed.
“You,” he snarled between punishing kisses. “Should not. Be here.”
“But you said—I—oh!”
His long, unforgiving length pressed against my core, the fabric of his pants literally the only thing separating us. The bricks at my back and the traffic at the end of the street all seemed to fade away as he ground his hips into me, hard and brutal.
“I don’t want you seeing me like that.” His teeth grazed my neck, sharp as any animal’s. “Ever.”
“Xavi,” I panted in between more ruthless kisses, his tongue twisting with mine that robbed me of every breath. “Please. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
I wanted to know. I really did. But another part of me, a completely debauched part that had zero shame, wanted much, much more.
“No.” Xavier wrested one hand from my backside only long enough to undo his own pants. His stiff erection fell against my thigh, a heavy, smooth weight that already had my mouth watering.
“Like that, do you?”
Before I could answer, he spread my thighs and shoved inside me in one sudden, harsh thrust that filled me completely and stole every word I had.
“Would you get down on your knees for it?” he asked as he pummeled into me. “Would you suck my cock with that sweet, succulent mouth of yours?”
My head knocked back against the wall as my entire body clenched around him. I shouldn’t like what he was saying. I should have felt completely demeaned.
Instead, my treasonous body was that much closer to climax.
“Yessss,” he hissed for me as he continued his savage thrusts. “You. Fucking. Would.”
