“I want to make love to you again,” he groaned, his expression turning to one of lust as he took a step toward me.
“No, we can’t.” I bit down on my lower lip.
“Oh, but we can do whatever we want.” He grinned and turned around and locked the door before coming back to me.
“What are you doing?” I said in shock as he pulled his briefs and pants down and stood in front of me, naked, his cock already standing at attention.
“I’m showing you that I’m not an F in bed.” He grinned and took another step toward me. “I like a good challenge.”
“Xander,” I groaned as he pulled me toward him. My body was trembling in anticipation, and I felt guilty and confused. “We can’t?—”
He cut me off by picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. His fingers pulled my shorts and panties off, and he fell on top of me and kissed my neck.
“Xander,” I moaned and wriggled against him, “we can’t do this.”
“We can.” His fingers slipped down my legs and rubbed me gently.
I closed my eyes for two seconds and enjoyed the feeling of excitement as it swept through my body, and then I pushed him to the side and rolled off of the bed.
“What are you doing?” He blinked up at me in surprise as I picked my pants up off of the floor.
“I’m leaving.” I rubbed my lips to get rid of his taste. “You can’t just have me whenever you feel like it.”
“Why not?” He frowned, and I was about to protest when he laughed. “I’m not being serious.”
He sighed and sat up. I looked down and saw that his manhood was hard and sticking up. He looked down to see what I was staring at, and he grinned at me.
“Yeah, that’s what you’re leaving me with.”
“Ask Gabby to help you out,” I spit out, annoyed.
“This is always going to be an issue between us, isn’t it?”
“What do you think?” I looked at him incredulously.
For a smart man, Xander could be a real dummy sometimes. I watched as he jumped off of the bed, bent down, picked his briefs up, and pulled them on. He then looked at me with a lazy smile and shrugged.
“So, your parents seem nice, and I think they like me,” he said casually, as if that were the most normal thing to say next in this situation.
“They are nice.” I stopped myself from saying they wouldn’t be so nice to him if they knew what kind of guy he really was.
“I think I’ll quite like having them as parents.”
“That’s good.”
“They’ll make good grandparents.”
“Yep.” I looked away from him then, as I wanted to slap the smug look off of his face.
What was his problem? How could he try and sleep with me and then talk about my parents?
“You don’t have anything else to say?” His voice sounds rough and I look back at him again. His eyes are narrowed as he studied me.
“What else do you want me to say?” I looked back up into his face then.
“I don’t know … something to tell me I’m making a mistake.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“It’s your mistake to make.” I wasn’t going down this road again. I wasn’t going to make him think I wanted him.
