Sitting up, she managed to unbutton her top and remove her bra. I pressed her back against my desk, leaning over to take one of her nipples into my mouth as my hips continued to piston in and out of her. Her hand came around to cup the back my head.
“Mmm, Xavier, that feels so good,” she squealed.
“How much did you miss me?”
“So much, baby!”
I pulled back, gripping her thighs and began hammering into her. The feeling of not being able to touch her for the last few days had left me hungry for all of her.
“Ah yes! Just like that. Make me cum,” she cried out.
“You gonna cum all over my dick?”
“Yes!”
I angled my hips to dig into her better, hitting that special bundle of nerves deep inside her core. Seconds later I felt her tremble before a gush of wetness coated my appendage. The tightening of her walls around my cock was it for me. My own orgasm took over, causing my entire body to stiffen and then shake.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as ripple after ripple of pleasure moved through me. I leaned down, lowering my head into the crook of her neck, nipping at her earlobe and the sensitive flesh of her neck. I remained there until every drop of my cum was released. When I went to stand, Chanel gripped my face again, forcing me to stare at her. She gave me a look I’d never seen before. Raising her head to me, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips.
“Thank you.”
I tilted my head. “For what?”
“For being you.”
I wasn’t quite sure what that meant. I turned my head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist, before standing upright, and pulling myself completely out of her. I realized we’d had sex without any protection. Again. For some reason that knowledge didn’t alarm me as it would’ve in the past. We’d discussed STDs and all of that before.
“Do you have to go back to work today?”
She shook her head. “I told Liza I was taking the rest of the day off.”
“Good.” I pulled her to me. “We’ve got some more making up for lost time to do.”
****
Chanel
“If I didn’t already know you were coming home with me, I might have to kill every man in here for looking at your ass in this dress.”
I grinned and shivered at his whisper in my ear. We were atThe Museum of Fine Arts, at a charity event to raise money for cancer patients. Xavier was a guest of honor, after donating a sizeable amount each year. His grandmother had died of ovarian cancer, which prompted his generosity.
“Lucky you,” I teased.
“I sure am.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Come here; there are some people I want you to meet.” He steered me toward a group of people. He introduced me to a few investors and managers of his restaurants.Grant’swas catering the event, and the new crab cakes were on the menu.
“There’s Jay and Tori with your pops and Marjorie,” he gestured with his chin. I looked over. While Tori, Jason, and Marjorie wore genuine smiles, my father’s smile was accompanied by a pinch in his eyebrows. I remembered the conversation we’d had in his home office prior, and wondered what his real concerns were.
“Chanel, you look great,” Tori exclaimed, looking me over in the sleeveless burgundy cocktail dress with a slit up the left thigh. I loved a thigh slit. I had great legs from dance class and didn’t mind showing them off.
“Thanks, Tori. You all look great.” I greeted my sister-in-law with a kiss on her cheek, then my brother, then Marjorie, and finally my father. We talked for a little bit until someone pulled Xavier aside to discuss a business proposal. I watched him walk away with a group of men, which included my father and Jason. They looked great in their tuxedos, but my eyes kept returning to Xavier’s profile.
“Daaaamn, girl! Wipe the drool off your chin,” Tori laughed.
I glared at Tori. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a sip of champagne.
“Umm, you know. Marjorie, you saw the way she was watching him?”
I squinted at Tori, especially not wanting to have this conversation with Marjorie involved.
