Page 31 of Falling for Her Protector

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I step out of the bedroom, expecting to see Lacey waiting for me, but I find the hallway empty. She said she wanted to see my dress, where’d she go? The guys were still gone when we got here, but maybe she disappeared into Mikey’s room. As I start to move down the hallway, X. appears at the opposite end.

They’re back.

I feel a smile pull at my lips seeing his large frame start to move towards me. As he gets closer, I see his eyes rake down over me and he clears his throat.

“What...uh...what are you wearing?” his deep husky question pulls at something deep inside my core. My skin warms, the heat spreading down my neck and chest until my exposed cleavage turns a soft pink.

“It’s a new dress. What do you think?” I question, moving the fabric gently with my hands.

He takes two large steps, quickly and easily closing the remaining distance between us. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he leans in to my ear.

“You look incredibly sexy and that dress is putting a whole lot of ideas in my head,” his soft whisper tickles my neck causing another deep pulse to pull at my center. I squeeze my thighs, trying to stop the growing ache.

“Like what?” my question falls out in a breathy whisper.

He immediately reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me through the closest door. It’s dark and it takes my eyes a minute to adjust before I realize that we’re in the club meeting room. This is their sacred space.

“I thought only club members were allowed in here?” I ask as my eyes move around, taking in the room that I’m not sure I’ll ever get to see again.

“Well, I’m President and sometimes I get to break the rules,” he grins as another wave of excitement washes over me.

His large hands lift, and his fingers run slowly up my arms until he reaches my shoulders. He quickly reaches the thin straps, playing with them for a second before starting to push them down. They slip easily, hanging from my shoulders. He gives a light pull and my breasts pop completely from the top of the dress.

“God damn, baby. No bra,” he observes.

“I had one on earlier, at work, but I took it off to try the dress on,” I reply softly.

His head drops and his lips make contact with my skin. Each small kiss across my chest sends a new, stronger pulse down through my center. He swipes my nipple softly with his tongue before covering me completely and pulling me deeply into his warm mouth. My head falls back and a small moan falls from my lips as the sensation takes over. He releases me at the sound, and there’s no denying the hunger swimming in his dark eyes.

“You are too fuckin’ sweet,” he drags his nose through my hair, inhaling the smell of the bakery still clinging to me. His hands grip my sides and he lifts me, setting me on the edge of the large table that fills the center of the room. He pushes at the hem of my dress until it bunches around my hips.

“Lie back,” he instructs and I do as he requests without hesitation. His large hands move up my thighs and curl under the edge of my panties as he strips them down and away from my body. He drops them to the floor with a smile and then drops to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I question and his deep chuckle fills my ears. Then the realization sets in, and my skin heats at the thought.

“I’m gonna see if this tight little pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you,” his words hit square in my center, causing a deep throbbing pulse of need like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I watch Xavier’s head drop between my thighs as he makes contact. His tongue runs over me and I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips. His mouth moves over me in a way I’ve only dreamt about; each soft and skillful swipe has me begging for more. His hands grip my outer thighs and I can feel every nerve in my body alive with energy. Within minutes my body is writhing on the table as beads of sweat form on my skin.

“Let go...don’t hold it in,” his soft breath touches my inner thigh. His husky request is my complete undoing as his mouth drops to touch me again. A hot wave rushes through my center and I’m lost in the pleasure, my body shuddering as he devours me.

X. places a soft kiss to my inner thigh before lifting to stand at the edge of the table. A broad smile fills his face as his eyes meet mine. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.

“I was right. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says just as someone pounds on the door and our moment is over.

“Sorry to interrupt, Pres., but you’re needed out here,” I strained voice breaks through the solid barrier.

“God dammit. How the fuck did they even know I was in here?” he groans and I sit up on my elbows.

He offers me a hand, helping me off the table. I pull the thin straps back up over my shoulders as he dangles my panties off his fingers for me to take. I grab them quickly and slide them up my legs as he watches with the most adorable smirk.

“What?” I question softly, feeling the heat rise on my skin again.

“Nothin’, sweetheart. Just admiring the view,” his deep voice caresses my skin as he touches his soft lips to my cheek. He pulls back and his gaze moves to the surface of the table, a fresh gleam filling his eyes.

“What?” I repeat myself.

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