“No…” I wince, his frustration twisting in my gut like a red-hot dagger. “I mean. For… the other time I left. For fucking you up.”
He sighs and shakes his head, then rests it on his fist, tilting it to the side to look at me. “You need to tell me what happened, Malynda. I need to understand. I can’t keep going on like this.”
It’s my turn to shake my head. “No. Not yet. Just… please. Not yet.”
“But if it’s something I did, I need to know. I need to know what it was that made you disappear, that tore us apart.”
“It wasn’t you. I promise. You never did a thing wrong.”
“Then what was it? Why couldn’t you tell me? And why can’t you tell me now?!”
I sink down onto the seat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. I know this can’t go on forever. But I can’t let him go just yet.
“Xavier. I will tell you. Soon. It’s only fair, I know that. But, please, just let us… be like this for a little while longer, okay? Please?”
He sighs and pulls me against him. He feels so warm and strong and comforting. Like a house. A home. My home. How did I survive all this time without him? I open my mouth, almost ready to tell him everything. But then the image of him knowing… the look on his face. The disappointment, the judgment. The humiliation. The hate. Things will never be the same.
He turns his head and kisses me gently on the temple, and like magic, nothing else matters, just him and me in this room.
I nuzzle my face against his neck. His hair is wet, probably from a shower, and his cologne is warm and sweet and spicy. It’s intoxicating. My tongue slides out and licks his jaw before I can stop myself.
He looks at me, amused but doesn’t say anything. I breathe him in again.
Something in my body feeling hot and in need.
Of him.
This is insane.
I haven’t had sex for so long and now I can’t stop thinking about it.
I stand up and take his hand. He follows me as I pull him towards the desk.
My eyes lock on his as I pull the hem of my dress up to my hips and slide onto the edge of the desk. I grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward.
He lets out a small laugh as his body bangs up against me before I pull his head down to meet mine, kissing him so hard my lips ache.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into his ear, and I feel a growl rumble in the pit of his chest.
“Here?”
I nod. “Now. I want you, Xavier.” I reach down, pulling down the zipper to his pants, my hand grazing over his growing hardness.
He reaches between my legs, and finds I’m panty-less.
He grins, his eyebrow raising.
“If you’d looked more closely, you would’ve found I left you more than a note,” I lean in and whisper. “They’re under your pillow. I wanted my scent to make you dream of us fucking, like we’re about to do right now.”
“You grew quite the mouth, didn’t you, young lady?” he growls, his teeth grazing along my neck.
I grin and spread my legs wider, as he unbuttons his pants and releases himself.
He pushes me back against the desk, pulling my legs around his waist, and I can feel the tip of his cock nudge against me.
“Say it again,” he tells me, his voice low and dark, thick with want.
“Fuck me, Xavier,” I obey, staring into his eyes.
And they stay there, even as he leans forward, sliding his cock into me.
“Ohhhh,” I gasp. I can’t believe how this feels, having him inside me, his eyes on mine as we fuck.
“God, Malynda. Yes… squeeze me tighter, baby. Milk me,” he pants, grinding his hips into me, his pubic bone grazing my clit, driving me wild. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”
“Then take me, Xavier. I’m yours. I was always yours.”
Something in my words triggers him and he stands up, gripping my hips with his hands as he slams into me. Hard. Bruising me in a way I’ll never forget. And never get enough of. Exquisitely painful.
“Oh god…” I moan, not caring that I’m in my office, not caring if the whole world hears me come on Xavier’s cock.
He drives himself into me one last time, and I feel him tense just as I fall off the edge, moaning his name, pulling him with me.
“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” he whispers after we regain our breath.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my tongue catching a drop of sweat trickling down his neck as he gently lowers my legs from his waist.
“I go from a self-imposed monk to not being able to stop fucking you,” he growls, and a shiver streaks up my spine. I know the feeling, the exact feeling.
“I’m not doing anything,” I say, reaching down to run a finger along the wetness between my legs and bringing it up to my mouth.
He watches me wrap my lips around the tip of my finger, tasting our joint orgasm.
“Is that what you’ve been doing? Spending the last decade practicing how to be a temptress?” he asks, sighing as he reaches down to fix his clothes.
“Ha! Yeah, me in my flannel pajamas watching Gilmore Girls over and over. No. I guess you just bring it out in me.”
He leans forward and kisses me gently.
And I sigh.
I don’t know how I could’ve forgotten what it was like to be with him.
How totally and completely right it felt.
I can only wonder how I am going to survive once he is gone again.
The intercom buzzes.
“Leave it,” Xavier growls, his kisses already growing deeper even though it’s barely been two minutes since he came inside me, his finger lingering between my legs.
I don’t stop kissing him, but I reach across the desk to press the answer button.
“Iz. Are you there? Just checking you’re okay, heard something going on in your office. Iz?”
“MMmI’mfinehmmm,” I mumble against Xavier’s mouth.
“What?”
I pull away to Xavier’s annoyance. I press a finger to his lips, and whisper, “If I don’t answer, he’ll come in here.”
“Then fucking answer him, you don’t want him coming in here to see what’s about to happen!” He drops to his knees in front of me and runs his tongue along the length of my pussy.
“Ohhh,” a moan falls from my lips before I can stop it.
“Iz?”
“Yeah… sorry… um, I’m fine… talk later.” I switch the intercom off, and lie back, letting Xavier make up for lost time.
***
“I’m so hungry, what’s taking so long?” I look around the cafe, trying to find our waitress, so I can give her a pointed glare.
“It’s been three minutes,” Xavier says, still looking down at his phone.
“Why aren’t you hungrier?! You were the one doing most of the work,” I say, winking at him. But he’s still not looking at me. “Hey!” I run my foot up the inside of his leg, wondering how far I should take it.
He finally looks up, his eyebrow cocked.
“You don’t want to do that,” he says. And there’s a powerfulness about him that makes me feel weak.