Page 66 of Xander
After we got dressed, I winced at the wetness that filled my panties.
He saw it, caught it, and chuckled.
I pinched his nipple.
He growled, “Do that again, baby, and we might get in trouble. Cause I’ll end up breaking in every single room in this house.”
How was it possible to feel even wetter?
I grinned.
The house had six bedrooms and seven baths.
And I had been right.
Not only did the living room have a fireplace, but so did what had to be the master, as well as a bedroom on the second floor, and one on the third floor.
There was just something about older houses that were built right.
After we took in everything inside the house, we moved outside and walked to the back.
And I stopped and stared.
I had caught sight of it inside, but the outside just made it hit different.
A wall-to-window sunroom.
Oh. My. Stars.
After we took everything in, I said, “I think you should buy it.”
He chuckled, then I caught the heat in his gaze, “Have to now.”
I giggled.
I knew what he was thinking about.
The intimate moment we had.
We had just made our way to the front of the house and stopped near his bike and my car.
I thought about what we did against the window in the third-floor bedroom, and then I asked, “So, since we did what we did, if I told you that I had a fantasy, would you fulfill it?”
He winked, then he said, “Depends.”
I lifted a brow, “On?”
“Is it just you and me in this fantasy?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes, “As if I’d ever let another woman touch you. Puh-lease.”
He chuckled, and then he lifted his chin, “Okay, let’s hear it.”
“I want you to take me somewhere secluded on your bike and fuck my ever-loving brains out,” I told him and waited for his response.
However, I didn’t get one.
Not in the next few breaths.
