A while later, he carefully lowered my legs to the bed, allowing me to catch my breath. His arms engulfed me, and he kissed my forehead. My eyelids fluttered shut, sleep ready to pull me in. I felt the bed tilt as Xavier exited, but I was too spent to look over to see what he was doing. I don’t know how much later it was when I felt a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me off.
“You good?” his deep baritone asked.
“Mmm,” I sighed in what was supposed to be a “yes,” and buried myself deeper into his Egyptian cotton sheets.
I heard his chuckle as I tried to drift off to sleep, only to be awakened seconds later by an aggressive pulling off of the sheets I’d cocooned myself in.
“Wake that ass up. That was only round one,” he laughed at the same time he pulled me up, turning me, so I was on my stomach.
“Xavier, what are you do—shit,” I hissed as he pulled my hips up from the back and slid into my still-wet canal. “Yesss!” I screamed as he began pounding me from behind.
I pretty much discerned at that moment that sleep was going to be nonexistent for the rest of the night.
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“Urgh,” I groaned as I stretched upon awakening the following morning. It’d only been a few hours since Xavier finally let up on my ass and allowed me a little bit of sleep. As I awoke, my body was sore in places I’d forgotten even existed. Shit! Had it been that long since I’d had sex? And really good sex? Even longer.
I laughed and shook my head. Who the hell was I kidding? It’d been ‘Never-uary’ since I’d had sex like that, which was exactly why, when I peeked over my shoulder and saw Xavier still sleeping, I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.
A wave of guilt washed over me, thinking about leaving this man who was just as beautiful asleep as he was awake. I shifted, grimacing at the soreness between my legs, so that I could take a close look at him while he was still unaware. I let my eyes scan over the rich and smooth chestnut color of his skin, the strong outline of his jaw, his beautiful pronounced nose, and finally those pillow-soft, full lips. I wanted to run my tongue along those lips one last time before leaving his bed, but fear of awakening him held me back. Instead, I settled for lightly running my finger along his lower lip, savoring the feel of him.
After that, I dragged my sore and aching, yet thoroughly satisfied body out of his bed as quietly as possible. When I made it out of bed, I glanced back, but his lids were still sealed, jumping from the movement of his eyeballs from REM sleep. I breathed a little more easily when I found my romper and shoes from the previous night. I couldn’t find my panties, assuming they were somewhere under the bed or in the sheets, so I settled for putting on my bra, which was lying by the door.
Grabbing my purse and taking one last glance over my shoulder, I quietly exited, opting to not put my heels on until I was downstairs, in order to make as little noise as possible. Once at the front door, I tapped my phone, summoning an Uber to Xavier’s address. I prayed like hell he didn’t have an alarm as I opened the front door and stepped out.
Thankfully, there was none, and I nearly tripped and broke my damn neck trying to sprint for the front gate which, also thankfully, needed only the press of a button to open from the inside. Less than five minutes later, my Uber was pulling up, and I quickly hopped in, hoping the driver wasn’t one of the ones who loved talking to their passengers. The guy looked to be in his early twenties, gave me one look and smirked, assuming he knew what I’d been doing all night. I pulled out a mirror and frowned at my appearance. Yup, one look and anyone with any reasonable deductive skills would know what the hell I’d been up to just a few hours before.
Whatever.
Thankfully, we mostly drove in silence on the twenty-minute trek back to my condo. As soon as I made it inside, I peeled off my clothes and headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot, steamy shower. After moisturizing my body, I didn’t even bother putting on clothes. I lay down on my bed, replaying the events of the night before, and admittedly, the best sex I’d ever had. I could never let it happen again.
Chapter Ten
Chanel
“What the hell do you mean, you left his ass asleep in bed?” Gabby shrieked on the other end of the phone.
It was Monday morning, and I’d been avoiding both her and Xavier’s phone calls since Saturday. After getting into work a few minutes early, I finally pulled out my phone to call Gabby, knowing she got into work early on Mondays as well. I’d just filled her in on what happened Friday night into Saturday morning.
“Just what I said. It was a one-time thing, and I didn’t want to do the whole awkward-after-one-night-stand thing, so I left before Xavier woke up.”
She sucked her teeth. “I swear, you’re exasperating sometimes. You could’ve at least made the man feed you before hightailing it out of there.”
I closed my eyes at that.He fed me, all right. All night long.I sighed and swallowed down those emotions.
“Anyway, let’s talk aboutyourass ditching me Friday night for your little one-night-stand. Who was that? Brandon?”
“Yeah, that was him. And I didn’t ditch you. I asked Xavier to give you a ride home, which he happily agreed to. And from the way your ass is sounding, he gave you a ride all right.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Whatever, Gabby. How did you know I wanted him to give me a ride home? Or, that he wouldn’t, I don’t know, attack me or something? We come together, we leave together, right? What happened to that?” I added, trying to guilt her.
“One, Iknowyou wanted that man to give you a ride home,” she giggled. “Two, he’s known your family for more than twenty years, he wasn’t about to attack you, not without your permission, which I already established in my first point, he had. Third, we’re not children. I knew you’d be all right,” she finished.
I grunted at that. “You didn’t know,” I mumbled, feeling as if I’d been chastised.
She sighed. “I wish you would drop this shit. You haven’t seriously dated in years. Not since—”
“No, don’t mention his name.” I felt the anger rising in my voice as I anticipated whose name she was about to bring up.
