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Xavier acknowledging that this is all fake hurts a little, even though I've been telling myself the same thing. But I push it away, not wanting to lose this moment of delicious connection. "Right."

"So let me get you off against this railing," he whispers in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. "Let's enjoy this honeymoon before we get back to reality."

"I … yes. Yes, please."

His mouth is on my neck again, teeth scraping over my skin as his hands push up my dress and drag my panties down my legs. My breath is coming fast, my skin electric everywhere he touches me.The air smells like salt water and Xavier's expensive cologne, and all I want is to give in.

With a sharp tug, my panties are gone, leaving me bare from the waist down. Xavier slides his hand between my legs, spreading them and letting out a dark groan when he feels how wet I am. His fingers slip between my folds and rub circles around my clit, making my hips push back into him.

"Oh God," I moan, already starting to shake. "That’s so good."

He hums low in my ear, fingers dipping lower to tease my entrance. "So fucking wet, Mrs. Romano. Look at you, getting your sweet little pussy played with out in the open."

My skirt is long enough to cover me from the front, even with Xavier's hand coming in from the side, and we're high enough up that no one can see what we're doing anyway. But still, it's so risky that adrenaline is flooding me right alongside everything that Xavier is making me feel.

"More," I demand, my breath coming fast and sharp.

"You want more?"

I nod, unable to form words as he pushes his finger inside me, curling it and hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. He rubs against it relentlessly, thumb stroking my clit as my thighs tremble. I have to dig my nails into the railing to keep myself upright.

"Xavier," I breathe, pressing my ass back into his hard cock.

"That's it, beautiful," he groans. "Come all over my hand, and I'll give you exactly what you need."

The promise of more sends me tumbling over the edge, and I moan out loud as he works me through my orgasm. It's so intense that it almost hurts, and I'm panting by the time he pulls away. My legs feel like jelly, but when he turns me around and lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist with no hesitation.

I expect him to push inside me right there on the balcony, but instead, he carries me inside, laying me down on the bed before stepping back to look me over. His eyes are dark, and he's visibly hard through his slacks, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

"This dress needs to come off."

"So take it off," I challenge.

He does just that, lips crashing down on mine as he crawls over me, hands finding the zipper at my back. There's something almost reverent in the way he peels the fabric off my skin, baring me to his gaze.

When my breasts pop free from the top, Xavier groans, cupping them in both hands.

"Fuck, Maria," he breathes, pinching one nipple hard enough to make me squirm."You're so fucking perfect."

I writhe beneath him as he kisses his way down my neck, leaving little bites that send waves of pleasure straight to my pussy. When he reaches my breasts, he lavishes attention on them, sucking and nipping until I'm drowning in how good it feels. When he scrapes the stubble on his cheeks against the wet, sensitive peaks, I almost scream.

"Xavier," I hiss, fingers clutching at his thick hair. "I need you inside me. Please."

He chuckles against my skin. "You're gonna have to work for it, Maria. I'm still dressed, if you haven't noticed."

I did notice. That's what makes it so hot, being naked and spread out under him while he's still fully clothed, looking like a million fucking dollars even with his rumpled shirt hanging open. He has me so worked up that it's hard to concentrate, but I'm determined to show him I can meet him where he is, so I push up until I'm on my knees, unbuttoning his shirt.

Xavier is still, letting me work, only making a low noise in his chest once I finally have the shirt gone and can skate my hands over his muscled pecs. He's unbelievably gorgeous, packed with muscle, and dusted with dark hair. His skin is warm, and I wonder briefly if the vacation will be long enough for me to get my mouth on every inch of it before we go back to reality.

By the time I have his pants and briefs gone, too, I'm speechless. He's enormous, thick, and heavy against his stomach, with a broad head already leaking clear fluid. I find myself reaching for him, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Xavier rewards me with a groan.

"Christ," Xavier grits out as I squeeze him, dragging my hand up and down. "Keep doing that, and this is going to be over very quickly."

"That's fine with me," I breathe, looking up at him through my lashes. "I want you inside me. I need it, Xavier."

It's true. I'm so wound up that it hurts, my muscles coiled tight, and my whole body buzzing. The second he pushes inside me, I think I'm going to come harder than I ever have in my life.

Xavier takes control, lifting me and setting me on the bed so I'm flat on my back. He spreads my legs and kneels between them, lining himself up, his cock fisted in his hand. I hold my breath as I watch, eyes wide as he drags the thick head of his cock over my pussy. My breath escapes in a hiss when he finally starts to push inside.

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