I let out a moan, and I have nothing else to do but ride his fingers. And right when I’m on the edge, he whispers in my mouth, “Give me everything.”
His demand sends an orgasm rippling through me—sparks flying along every nerve ending. I bury my face into my arm as I come back down.
The intercom squeals and a staticky voice says, “Security operations center.”
Holy shit.
We both glance up toward the little camera in the corner near the ceiling.
My eyes bug out.Busted.
Xander scrunches his nose.You think he enjoyed the show?
I bite my bottom lip.Not as much as I did.
This earns me a beam that can be seen from fucking space.
“Remain calm,” the voice says.
We both burst out laughing.
“We can’t restart the elevator remotely so we have emergency services arriving at the scene.”
Shit. I try to push Xander off me so I can get my underwear back on but he doesn’t move. Instead, he slowly drags my panties up over my hips. Then pulls my sundress down, all delicate and precise. Deliberately savoring every second that he gets to touch me.
Like he doesn’t want this moment to end. Like we have all the time in the world. Like it’s just the two of us and I did not just ride his fingers in public.
Then, he slides his hands around my back, holding me in place, as he offers me a long and drawn-out kiss.
He rests his forehead on mine, lingering for a split second, before he steps back, grabs my hands, and pushes the elevator button. I let out a slow, steady breath as we resume our descent in silence.
When my phone vibrates, I thank the universe for a distraction. Em’s text flashes across my screen.I like him. You should too.
I read the text five times over.
The elevator doors open and we’re greeted by five hunky firemen in uniform. My eyes drink them in one by one, each hotter than the last.
And I feel nothing.
Xander has most definitely fucked with me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Using the posted speed limit as a suggestion, Xander screeched into the parking lot on time. I was about to congratulate him until I found out that on time is late in Xander world. I hope for his sake that flash I saw while he fanged it through a yellow was the sun catching a mirror and not a red-light camera.
I’m not complaining about why we’re late. Not one bit. The legend of the sexual magician lives on. After two dates and getting to third base, I’m proud to say that of all the sleep study nights, this has been the best so far.
We arrived. We headed straight to our room. Then Ben came in to wire us up. And he was smiling. No annoyed “guys.” No grimacing. No scraping his hands over his face in frustration at the two of us.
Today, everything went off without a hitch. There was even a fist bump between Ben and Xander.
What a difference an orgasm makes.
Once Ben disappears, it’s nothing but Xander and me, our every bodily function being monitored via wires and a camera. You know, very relaxing.
And yet, Iamrelaxed.
I repeat: What a difference an orgasm makes.
