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In my thoughts, Xavier knelt in front of me, eyes full of schemes and promise.
Francesca, he whispered as he peeled down my pants and slipped his tongue between my legs.God, you taste so good. So fucking sweet. I could eat you all day, you dirty, dirty girl.
I moaned lightly at the imagined words. It wasn’t really Xavier saying them if it was in my head.
Right?
“Francesca?”
At the sound of my name cutting through the night, I screamed. Then, like a trapped feral cat, I flew in approximately four directions at once, tripping over the arm of the couch, then the fallen plant before finally whirling around just in time to see the basement door open and Xavier enter my living room. He was silhouetted by a stream of light coming from behind him that somehow made him look even taller than he was and made his broad shoulders seem more like actual armor.
I really could not get a break.
“Ces?” he asked again, looking around the dark room. It took a moment, but he finally located me, quivering behind the couch, before he turned on the light. “All right? It sounded like something fell, so I—oh, Christ.”
Based on the fact that he was shirtless but still in a pair of black pajama pants that hung off his hips in an extremely distracting way, I guessed he had been halfway through his sit-ups or on his way to bed when I’d disturbed him. His sharp eyes, however, were wide awake as he took in the scene—the spilled plant stand, the rumpled throw blankets, my mussed clothing. Slowly, his gaze drew up my body, lingering over the untied shorts, my perked nipples, and pillow-flattened hair.
I glanced down in horror, then back up at him, immediately seeing myself through his eyes. Mussed and undone, I looked like I’d been up to absolutely no good.
“I…” Xavier’s eyes darted back around the room. “Fuck. Who is he?”
Hastily, I retied my shorts. “Xavi, it’s really not what you think.”
“Don’t patronize me. Please.” One hand curled into a fist at his side. “I’m trying to be civil here. I really am. But if you’re going to lie to my face about it, I think I’m allowed to be a bit upset.” He checked over my shoulder. “What’s he doing, hiding in the loo? Can’t he come out here and face the music?”
By the end of the statement, he’d leaned around toward the hallway, cupped his other hand around his mouth, and was ready to shout toward the bathroom.
“Shh.” I batted his hand away. “You’re going to wake Sofia.”
“And you weren’t?”
“No!” I protested. “I wasn’t doing anything!”
Xavier’s snort echoed through the room.
“What?” I said. “Iwasn’t.”
“And I’m the King of England. Honestly, I’m surprised. Our daughter is sleeping one floor above you. I’m not judging but do you really want her to come down looking for her mum and find you riding some random on the couch?” He looked again toward the bathroom and braced, muscles clenched as if ready for a fight.
“Xavi, for God’s sake, I wasn’t screwing anyone but myself!”
“I only thought—what?” Xavier turned back toward me, irritation replaced with curiosity. “Say that again.”
I sighed, my face turning bright red as I pressed my palms to my cheeks. “This is mortifying.”
Xavier’s arms crossed over his broad chest while he tried and failed to mask a grin. “So, you were—” He held up one hand and fluttered his fingers in a gesture that made me flush the color of a very ripe tomato—mostly because I could imagine exactly what those fingers were capable of doing.
“I was notdoinganyone or anything,” I completed for him. “There is no one in the bathroom, hiding behind a plant, or running off into the night. Do you really think I would do that with Sofia in the house? Or you, for that matter?” Then another thought occurred to me. One I found I didn’t like at all. “Wouldyou, even though we’re not…you know?”
He blinked again at the bathroom as if to check for an intruder once more, then looked back at me. “Right below you? Absolutely fucking not.”
“Well, then, do you really think I’d be that cruel?”
Xavier opened his mouth as if to argue but then shut it as the residual anger fled his posture. “I—no.” He chewed on his lip. “Yeah. Sorry.”
I sighed and sank down onto the arm of the couch again. “It’s fine. I know what it looked like.”
“So, you were just having a bit of a wank, were you?”
