I sat back, realizing her hand had been stroking the back of my head and neck. She avoided eye contact, but I saw that same forlorn expression she’d worn earlier at the gala. I hated that look on her face for some reason, and wanted to change it, so without much thought, I used my hand, tilting her head by the chin toward me, and brought her lips down to mine.
I licked the seam of her lips until they opened for me and then I took advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted to kiss and touch her. Her grip at the back of my neck tightened, pulling me in deeper, and that shit got me even more aroused. I moved my hand up her thigh, which was free of any stockings, and came in contact with the feel of her silk panties. When she widened her legs ever so slightly, any hesitation on my part was gone. I swiftly moved her panties to the side and used my fingers to begin massaging her pussy.
She moaned into my mouth, urging me on. I used one finger, then two, spreading her wetness all over, until I reached her clit. When I began massaging her hard button, she broke free of my lips and threw her head back, biting her lower lip. The look of dazed passion on her face spurred me on, and I left her clit to insert one of my fingers inside her, but that wasn’t nearly enough. After inserting a second finger, I began fucking her just the way my rock-hard dick wanted. The whimpers and moans coming from her were the sexiest things I’d ever heard in my life, and I took her mouth again as I shifted our bodies, so that she was lying back on the couch, and I was on top. I never broke contact with her pussy, continuing to stroke her.
“Xavier,” she called around a shuddering breath.
“Continue saying my name, just like that,” I demanded at the same time I curled both fingers inside her, making contact with her G-spot.
“Hssss!” She hissed and clamped her thighs around my hand as her orgasm took over.
I swallowed all of her moans down, wanting to consume every part of her. I didn’t remove my fingers until her very last shudder, and her breathing returned to normal. I was hard as hell, but I wouldn’t take it further than we’d already gone. Shit, it hadn’t been my intention to take it there with Chanel so soon, but between her thighs poking out from that damn dress and that despondent look on her face, I couldn’t help but to try and take it away.
“Where’re you going?” her drowsy voice questioned.
“I’ll be right back.” I headed to my downstairs half-bathroom, grabbing a warm cloth after washing my hands. Coming back, I entered the room as Chanel watched me through hooded eyes. I kneeled down by the couch she was still sprawled out on, gently wiping her inner thighs. Next, I removed her shoes and climbed back on the couch, pulling her into my arms. Within minutes, we were both asleep.
Chapter Seven
Chanel
“I knew your fast ass wouldn’t be able to stay away from him for too long,” Gabby laughed into the phone. I laughed with her as I told my tale of what had gone down Friday night.
The evening had ended very differently than I’d expected. When I woke up Saturday morning, it was to a smiling Xavier, and somehow we’d ended up in his bedroom instead of the entertainment room where we’d fallen asleep. I still had on the dress I’d worn to the gala, but Xavier had changed into a pair of boxer briefs. It took everything in me not to jump him as he smirked at me with that damn dimple playing at his cheek.
He insisted on making breakfast after I turned down his offer to go out to one of his restaurants. It was nothing fancy, a couple of spinach, mushroom and goat cheese omelets with some toast and fruit, but I felt cared for the way he served me, sitting at the counter in his huge kitchen. He’d reassured me that we wouldn’t be interrupted by his mother again. He said she usually went to her gym for spin class on Saturday mornings, and her popping into the main house wasn’t a regular occurrence. I side-eyed him at that, after what’d happened the previous night. I didn’t need to be sitting in the kitchen wearing the same clothes I’d had on the previous night while his mother walked in on us again.
But he’d been right. Breakfast had gone smoothly, and I started to feel as if spending the whole weekend with him wouldn’t have been a bad idea.
That’s when I knew it was time to get the hell out of there.
After breakfast, I insisted Xavier take me home. Luckily, he had work to tend to later that afternoon, and didn’t insist on me staying.
“So, Saturday was the last time you heard from him?” she asked.
“Yup. He tried yet again at asking me on a date, which I declined.” I frowned when I heard Gabby sucking her teeth on the other end. “Anyway,” I continued. “He had some meetings he needed to attend.”
“Working on a Saturday? Hm, sounds like a workaholic, just like you,” she commented.
“I’m not a damn workaholic,” I argued.
“Chh, try that lie with someone who doesn’t know you.”
“You’re one to talk. Which one of us sees clients up until damn near ten o’clock at night and works all weekend?”
She giggled a bit. “I never saidIwasn’t a workaholic,” she admitted. “It’s the price we pay for loving what we do.”
“Speaking of which…”
“Don’t start,” she countered before I could even get my sentence out.
“I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“But I know you, and you’re about to ask about my plans to open the spa, and if I’ve looked at the spaces for rent you’ve sent me. I haven’t had time, so stop asking.”
I was just about to comment on her hesitance at getting her dream off the ground when there was a knock on my door. I looked up to see Liza with a flower delivery man standing behind her with a beautiful bouquet of white flowers.
“C-come in,” I stuttered.
