24. Xavier

CHAPTER 24

XAVIER

"Ella." I groan into her mouth. Her fingers reach my belt, and she undoes the buckle, pulling it free. She moves onto the button and zip of my pants.

"What was it that I do to you, Xavier?" she breathes. She grabs my pants by the waist and pulls them down. Then, she's on her knees in front of me. I've never seen a more beautiful sight. When she walked into the bar this afternoon, I nearly tripped. She looked so gorgeous, and I couldn't help but stare.

She palms me through my underwear, and I hiss through my teeth. Of course, I'm already hard for her—aching for her. Her fingers slip beneath the band and slowly she pulls my underwear down, releasing me. I have no idea who this woman kneeling in front of me is. I don't know where that insecure girl has gone. Here is this sexy and confident woman, on her knees in my office of all places. We really, really shouldn't be doing this.

"Ella… we shouldn't..." My dad is literally in the office next door, and if he finds out…

"So stop me." She licks my tip, already glistening.

"Fuck." I moan. She does it again.

"If you want me to stop Xav, just say the word."She licks me from base to tip. My heart is pounding so hard I can almost hear it. I look down at her, and she looks up at me. Her eyes are full of lust, full of confidence. She keeps her eyes on mine as she takes me in her mouth. Those cherry red lips wrapped around me are my undoing.

"Don't stop." I growl.

She unleashes. She takes me down her throat until she can't go any further and bobs her head up and down. Her tongue swirls around me as she sucks hard, her hands gripping the base of me and squeezing up and down in a torturous rhythm. I go to grab a fistful of her hair when she pulls off of me, making a pop with her lips.

"No touching. You'll mess up my hair," she orders. I chuckle.

"Yes ma'am." And then she takes me down her throat again and I lose all sense of thought.

It's not long until I can feel my orgasm starting to build. She's working me expertly with her mouth and I know I'm not going to last very long. Someone knocks on the door and my head jerks up. Ella doesn't even react.

Through the door, one of my staff is asking me aboutsomeone on the phone enquiring about booking a function after Christmas. They try the handle, but it's locked. Thank fuck .

"I'll call them back. I'm just… in a meeting," I somehow manage to yell out. Ella picks up her pace and thankfully, the person on the other side of the door seems to have walked off.

"Fuck babe, you take me so well." She moans in delight at the praise and takes me even further into her mouth.

"If you keep going like that, I'm going to come," I say between gritted teeth. She doesn't stop, just keeps licking and sucking and groaning. I look down and it's only now I notice that she's playing with herself under her dress.

"Fuck, Ella, I'm going to come. If you don't want me to come in your mouth, stop now." She doesn't stop. She goes even harder and moans even louder as she inserts two fingers inside herself. She's whimpering around me now; I look at her and she looks up at me from beneath her lashes, with her red lips pumping up and down my length and I come undone. I thrust into her one more time and spill into her mouth, moaning her name. She takes it all, waiting until I've completely emptied before releasing me. She gives the tip one last little lick, which sends shivers up my spine, before rising back up.

All I can do is stand there, slack jawed and spent, stunned at what just happened. She has the biggest grin on her face. I pull her in for a kiss and let my hands wander under the hem of her dress. They graze the lace of her underwear, and I can feel how wet she is, but then she pulls away.

"Nope, this was my turn. If you want me, you can have me later." She kisses me one last time before turning towards the door. It's only now I remember that my pants are still down at my feet, and I bend down to pull them back on.

"Who are you and what have you done with Ella Hart?" I ask.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I saw that photo of you, and I knew I needed to have you. You're welcome." She blows me a kiss, unlocks the door, and strolls out, sashaying her hips like the fucking tease she is. I do up my belt buckle and check myself in the mirror. I'm looking exactly how I thought I would, flustered and confused, and extremely turned on.

"What the fuck just happened?" I ask myself. I take a deep breath and head back out to the bar.

I look outside and Ella is back with Millie, who is sitting there looking completely gobsmacked as I imagine Ella has just told her what she did. Women . They can't not tell each other everything. She's looking so smug, so proud of herself. Honestly, I'm proud of her too. There was no sign of the insecure girl from the bookstore who was crying because she was unwanted. This was something else entirely, and I enjoyed it way, way too much.

I hear Millie absolutely cracking up and when I look over, she's beaming at me and gives me two thumbs up. I roll my eyes and laugh.

This thing with Ella, it's exhilarating and it's exciting. The worst part is, I can feel the cracks appearing in my resolve to remain just friends. She's clawing her way in, and I don't know if I should stop or ride it out.

The night continues on, and Ella and Millie get more and more drunk. Most of the party have left by now and it's just the two of them dancing around outside. They've changed the playlist to only Taylor Swift. Our other patrons aren't too happy about it, but they're just too cute to stop. Eventually though, the night dies down and once my shift ends, I make my way to the girls. They're sitting at a table, nursing cups of water and laughing at each other.

"Would you ladies like a ride home?" I ask.

"My husband is coming to get me, but I know Ella wants to ride. I mean… wants a ride," Millie says with a wink.

Ella giggles. "Oh my God, shh!"

I smile. She's drunk and it's adorable.

"Okay, Ella. I'll drive you home once Millie has been picked up. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, Mr Bartender Man." They both break out in fits of laughter.

"God spare me," I mutter, laughing as I walk away.

She's definitely too drunk for sex tonight, but I'll have my way with her in the morning to repay her for what we did in my office.

Tonight is a night I will remember for a long, long while.