A gentle, familiar kiss woke me from my sleep, and I smiled, knowing exactly to whom it belonged. My sugar daddy-I now think he deserves the title since he had somehow agreed to date me. He shifted closer, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my chest as I reached out to wrap my arms around him. He deepened the kiss, transporting me back to last night’s intense sex marathon. I loved it. It made me feel a sense of accomplishment to finally have what I craved from him.
I opened my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine, filled with love and adoration. His lips curled into a smile as he whispered, “Good morning, love.”
My smile grew wider, practically stretching to my ears. He finally nailed it: ‘LOVE.’ I liked that.
“Good morning, Mr. Clinton,” I responded, biting my lower lip as I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“We are way past that formality, don’t you think?” His eyes sparkled with amusement as if remembering the same passionate moments that still lingered on my skin.
“So you want to call me Xavier?” I raised an eyebrow, and he replied with a curt nod.
Xavier was much better. I tossed myself on top of him and planted a tantalizing kiss on his lips while straddling him. He responded fairly quickly and dug his fingers into my waist, pulling me closer, his body responding instinctively to mine.
“I think we’re past formalities, indeed,” I whispered as I continued brushing my lips against his while my tongue explored his depths.
As my hands roamed his chest, he released my waist and grabbed my hands. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with desire. “Can you never get enough?” he teased, gently squeezing my hand.
“I’m just making up for lost time,” I replied, grinding against him. He groaned, momentarily letting go of my hand, his hips rising to meet mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I chuckled and continued my sensual onslaught, nipping at his earlobe.
Xavier’s eyes fluttered closed, his breath catching in his throat. “You’re relentless,” he whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure.
“I’m just getting started,” I whispered back, my lips tracing the curve of his jaw.
He reopened his eyes, burning with intensity. “If you make me miss your exams today…” He smiled mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think it’s worth the risk,” I replied with a grin, my slow ride on his hip never faltering.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. “We can’t afford to miss your exams,” he said, his voice laced with concern.
I pouted, blinking my eyes profusely. So what now? I can’t believe he can swiftly change from a sugar daddy to… whatever.
“You’re ruining the mood,” I murmured, feigning annoyance.
Xavier just chuckled and gently pushed me off him. “Someone has to keep you focused,” he teased and got off the bed. I noticed he had clothes on, which made me look down at my body.
Seriously? I rolled my eyes dramatically. He had me wrapped in a blanket. He is probably a traditionalist, considering morning sex is not his favorite.
And, of course, he is not a gentleman the way he ravished me last night, making me almost beg… phew. I am lucky I survived, yet I still want more of him and will never get enough.
As I reluctantly sprang out of bed, Xavier glanced at his watch. “We have just enough time to grab breakfast before your exam.”
Yeah, he is a good guardian. So sweet.
I groaned and threw my pillow at him. “Remind me when you started helping me monitor the time.”
Xavier caught the pillow and hurled it back at me, and I caught it before it could hit me.
“I don’t want you to be late. Last night… you had little sleep-” I cut him off before he could finish.
“Feeling guilty?” I batted my eyelashes at him as I rewrapped the bedsheet around me. His eyes followed my movement, and they remained fixed on… is it me, or is it the bedsheet?
“Now I will have to take that to the laundry,” he mused, his voice dropping to a whisper as he twisted the corner of his lips.
“Excuse me?” I spat with my hand on my waist. “What was-”
“Oh, you don’t know?” He interrupted me, his voice clipped. Then he chuckled, waved dismissively, and turned to leave. “Just kidding. Take your bath quickly and rush downstairs.” He paused and tilted his head. “I am making breakfast.”
Oh, someone is being lovey-dovey. I liked it…
I smiled a few times as I dashed to the bathroom. I got changed in a breeze and hurried downstairs to spy on someone making breakfast. God, I hope I don’t throw up. I never heard he was a cook. No one told me.
Just as I attempted to scamper into the kitchen, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I stopped in my tracks, my brow furrowing. Visitors were rare; who could it be? Oh, perhaps the security guard.
I shrugged and scurried to the entrance.
“Hello, how may I help… oh….” I trailed off when I caught sight of a huge box on my doorstep, standing tall and proud, as tall as the security guard himself. The box was wrapped in sturdy brown paper, sealed with packing tape, and had “Fragile” stamped on the side in bold letters.
“Package delivery, ma’am,” the security guard announced, his voice firm but friendly.
I blinked incredulously, taken aback by the size of the box. I wondered what that thing was. Anyway, I snapped out of it and asked the security guard, “For whom? Mr. Clinton?”
The guard nodded. “Yes, signature required.”
I was still puzzled. Who could be sending Xavier such a massive package?
“Mr. Clin-” Oh, I mean, “Xavier!” I called out, tilting my head.
“Yes, my love!” He hollered from inside, and I had to turn to see the security guard’s expression. He was taken aback; his eyes widened in surprise as his eyebrows shot up like rockets.
I flashed him a wry smile, and suddenly Xavier appeared, wrapping his arm around my waist. Upon seeing this, the security guard’s expression disappeared, and he quickly signaled to a guy beside him. The delivery guy emerged from the corner, stretching out his clipboard. “Signature, sir.”
I glanced at Xavier and noticed the curiosity that was etched on his face. “What’s that?” he asked, taking the clipboard from the guy.
The guy shook his head. “No idea, sir.”
“No clue at all?” I raised an eyebrow incredulously, and he just nodded.
Xavier hesitated for a moment before he finally signed and handed it back to the delivery guy.
He tossed us a restrained smile as if taunting us, then stepped back with the security guard. “Signature confirmed. Enjoy your… surprise.”
Oh yay. A surprise it is.
As they departed, Xavier turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “Did you order anything?”
“Of course not.” I shrugged and looked over the massive package. I bet that box could swallow me whole.
Xavier sighed, his eyes narrowed. “No idea what this could be?” he asked, and I shook my head, sharing his curiosity. “Let’s open it,” I said and leaped closer in anticipation, but he held my shoulders, stopping me.
“Patience, my love. We’ll get to the bottom of this mystery,” he chuckled.
I nodded, and together, we lugged the massive box into the living room.
“Tools?” I suggested, eyeing the package. I couldn’t help it; it took up a lot of space. “I can’t wait to see what’s inside,” I blurted out as Xavier went to fetch a utility knife from the kitchen. As he carefully sliced through the packing tape, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
“Maybe it’s a Halloween gift. It’s next week anyway,” I ventured, but Xavier shook his head. “Unlikely.”
With a final cut, the box creaked open.
We exchanged a glance, then peered inside, but what shot up from the package made us jump back in fright.
“DADDY!”