Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

M y fingers curl into the softness of the fabric as I pull the sheet up to my chin. I don’t remember my sheets feeling this soft. My eyes snap open, my brain fully waking up and realising where I am.

Xavier’s house. His guest room. A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I celebrate the small win. As tempted as I was to climb into his bed last night, I didn’t. I imagined various scenarios as to why I needed to be there.

My favourite was pretending that I was a sleepwalker and just happened to end up in his room. After all, I can’t be held accountable for my actions if I’m asleep, right?

Despite the strong urge—and it was strong—I resisted. Throwing the covers back, I reluctantly leave what has to be the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever slept on. I throw on my dress from yesterday and then make the bed. Opening the door as quietly as I can, I tiptoe down the hallway, hoping I can make a quick getaway without Xavier noticing.

Why do I feel like I’m doing the damn walk of shame? And where the hell is the front door to this monstrosity called a house?

Turning the first knob, I find myself in a gym. Not the exit. I spin around and walk back in the direction I came from—clearly I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. I manage to find my way to the kitchen. This I can work with. I remember walking through here last night.

“Going somewhere?” a deep voice asks.

I jump ten feet in the air and my hand comes up to my chest as I pivot. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, didn’t realise you’d be trying to sneak off,” Xavier says as he brings a mug to his lips. My eyes travel from those lips down, past the broad shoulders, the pecs, and washboard abs. He’s freaking shirtless. All of his glorious tanned, toned, smooth skin on display. “Shardonnay, you doing okay over there?” Xavier’s voice draws me out of my ogling.

“Fine, I, uh…” Shit, focus, Shar. Stop staring at this man’s abs and that delicious V you want to run your tongue all over . “I have to get to work,” I say finally.

My body tingles as his eyes lazily roam up and down the length of me. “Yeah, you’re not going to work in yesterday’s dress,” he counters.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter, Shardonnay. You can’t show up to work in yesterday’s clothes. I happen to know your boss wouldn’t be impressed.” He smirks.

“Not that I have to explain myself to you, Xavier, but I was planning on going home to change first.”

“Your building won’t be open until tomorrow morning. I enquired about it with the extermination company.”

“Uh, you what? Why?”

“Because you need to know when you can go home and I need to know how long I’ll be serving as your host.” He says it like me staying here again is a given. It’s most certainly not.

“I appreciate you letting me spend the night. I really do. But you don’t need to worry about me now. I’ll stay with Lucy or another friend.”

Xavier places his cup on the table and closes in on me. His body brushes up against mine as he passes me. “Sit down. I’ll get you some breakfast.”

My head whips around. Is he insane? Maybe I should ask Lucy if her brother has amnesia or short-term memory problems. I just told him I was leaving, and now he’s ordering me to sit down so he can cook me breakfast. I watch in shock as Xavier starts pulling out frying pans. He’s silent as he lines up some bacon, eggs, butter, and milk from the fridge.

Once he has everything on the counter, he turns and pins me with a glare. “Do you want coffee? Juice? Tea?”

I don’t know what to do, so I stand here, like a statue. This guy is giving me whiplash. One minute, I want to wring his neck, and the next, I want to jump his bones. When I don’t answer quickly enough Xavier takes three steps, closing the gap between us. His hand reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t overcomplicate everything, Shardonnay. It’s just breakfast: bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Nothing spectacular.” His fingers twirl around the end of my hair.

“What are you doing here, Xavier?” I ask, trying not to sound so breathless.

“As I said, I’m cooking you breakfast. You need to eat and then you’re going to go shower and change for work. I left some clothes hanging in the guest room closet.”

“You know I’m only staying because I’m really hungry and I kind of need a lift to work. This doesn’t make us friends,” I tell him, moving around the counter to take a seat.

Xavier busies himself cooking, while I busy myself staring at his naked back, his ass hugged by the thin fabric of his pyjama bottoms. This is the very definition of a meal with a view. I don’t know why something as simple as watching him cook is turning me on so much. I’m doing my best not to squirm in my seat. I’m terrified I’m going to be leaving behind a wet patch when I stand. I can feel how damp my panties are getting the longer I sit here and watch him.

“I’m, ah, I’m just going to use the bathroom,” I say, running out of the kitchen. I enter the living room and spin in a circle. If I were a bathroom, where would I be?

“Need a hand?” Xavier asks from the entryway, where he’s presently perched and observing me.

More than you know . “Where’s the bathroom?” I ask.

“Down the hall, third door on your left,” he says, turning away and disappearing in the opposite direction.

Shutting myself in the bathroom, I finally take a breath. What the hell are you doing, Shar? He’s your best friend’s brother. He’s your boss . I need to pull myself together. I need to find a way to squash this ridiculous attraction before it costs me both my best friend and my job. I wish I brought my phone with me. Not that I have anyone I can call. It’s not like I can ring Lucy and say: Hey, I have the hots for your brother but despise the guy.

There’s a knock, and that’s how I know I’ve been in here longer than I thought. The door pushes open and I curse myself for not locking it.

“Are you done hiding?” Xavier smirks.

Why is he still shirtless? I’m pretty sure the guy can afford clothes. “I wasn’t hiding,” I refute.

“You’ve been in here for fifteen minutes. Your breakfast is ready.” He enters the room, and with each step he takes, I take one backwards. That is until my back is pressed against the counter. Xavier doesn’t seem to care about personal space as his face stops just inches from mine. “I can help you out, you know.” His breath fans across my lips.

“What? Help me with what?” I cringe at the squeak in my voice.

“You’re horny as all hell, Shardonnay. I can help you release that tension.”

“I’m not horny, and if I were, you’d be the last person I’d ask to help me,” I lie. I’m a wanton mess right now, and if I’m honest with myself, I’d admit that I want Xavier more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.

“Really? Because your cheeks are flushed,” he says, running a finger down the right side of my face to my neck. “Your pulse is racing.” Continuing to the top of my chest, he draws the letter X on each breast. “Your respirations have increased.”

I feel like a deer caught in the headlights. I know what’s about to happen, and I know I should stop it before it goes any further. But I can’t seem to get my body to cooperate with my mind.

Xavier’s finger slides down between my breasts, over my hip, and then dips up under the hem of my dress. This is where I should stop him. This is where I should lay down barriers. His finger slides along the edge of my panties before slipping through my wet folds.

“Your cunt is fucking drenched, Shardonnay.” He growls as he pushes two fingers inside me, and my whole body shivers. “Fuck it.”

He pulls his fingers free. And before I can protest—tell him that I don’t want him to stop—he sinks to his knees. Tugging my panties down to my ankles, he spreads my legs as wide as they will go. Then I watch as his head disappears beneath my dress, and his tongue slowly glides up the length of me. Circling around my hardened clit.

“Oh shit, oh god.” My thighs shake as my hands land on his shoulders.

Xavier grips the backside of my legs, pushing me against the counter as his tongue delves into my opening. “Fucking honey,” he grunts as his tongue assaults me in the best possible way.

All arguments fly out the window, along with my pride. Within minutes, Xavier has me reduced to nothing more than a begging bundle of nerves. “Please, oh god, I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I cry out.

“Oh, you couldn’t pay me to stop, babe.” He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them up while rubbing against some hidden spot that I didn’t even know existed. His mouth latches on to my clit, sucking, licking, nibbling. I come, screaming his name, and my legs buckle. Before I fall, Xavier has me in his arms, my ass propped on the edge of the counter. “I’ve never wanted to sink my cock into a cunt as much as I want yours right now,” he groans, pulling his cock out of his pants.

Oh shit, this is happening .

Xavier opens a drawer next to my right leg and retrieves a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. I snatch it from him. “Let me.” I smile as I remove the condom.

“It’s all yours,” Xavier says, holding his cock out for me.

My eyes bulge out of my head. I know I’ve only had a couple of boyfriends and I haven’t seen that many penises before, but holy mother of dick gods, the one being offered up to me right now is otherworldly. It’s huge. Like not just six inches huge. That thing’s gotta be at least eight. And thick. Precum leaks from the tip, and all I want to do is taste it. I want to wrap my mouth around that tip and suck like it’s my new favourite popsicle.