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We stared at each other for a minute—a lifetime—before I diffused the moment with a smile. “Now, hold on tight, sweetheart. Let’s go play chicken with some waves.”
CHAPTER26
BUTCH
A few days later, we took the WaveRunner out for another spin. This time, we stopped for lunch at the Royal Cove Yacht Club on Rose Island, which had a 3-star Michelin rating and no apparent problem with wetsuits in its dress code.
Flash enough money, and anything’s possible, I guess.
Xander made it his personal mission to select the most expensive items on the menu. I could barely pronounce most of them, but he smoothly ordered in flawless French, and I was more than happy to let him lead.
I wonder if I can get him to speak French to me in bed…
At one point, I noticed him glaring at a group of businessmen across the dining room. I assumed it was because they were being obnoxiously loud, but then one of them nodded Xander’s way, almost in recognition.
Catching me watching him, he rolled his eyes. “Love the food here. Would love it even more if the clientele were forced to walk the plank.”
I attempted to hide my laugh with a cough. “Not associates of yours, I hope?”
“Not by choice,” he growled. “However, I’ve been unfortunate enough to deal with them on my mother’s behalf. They don’t deserve to inhabit a place as beautiful as this.”
I vaguely remembered Xander mentioning the reason his sister stole his car was because he’d been pressured into doing something unpleasant for his family thatshewanted to do. While I didn’t want to exacerbate a sore subject, I knew enough about the billionaires who inhabited this island to show solidarity.
Since most of the Biggs Enterprises’ board of directors are in this room.
Clearing my throat, I carefully spoke. “It’s always those with pockets deep enough to make impactful change who rarely do—unless they have an audience.”
Xander clutched my hand across the table, his amber eyes wild. “Exactly! The net worth of these fucking clowns could have fully funded several wildlife-focused capital campaigns, but they’re more interested in exploiting the same natural resources that increase their property values. It’s criminal.”
Even though he was riled up, I couldn’t help smiling at howpassionatehe was about his work. It also gave me an idea. “Are there any non-profits focused on preserving the Bay Area?”
He blinked at me. “Yeah. The largest is Cerulean Crest. I donate about a quarter of my annual income to them, but as they lack certain assets on their research team,”—he pointed at himself—“it’s best if I funnel most of my funds into my own complementary projects.”
This time, I couldn’t contain my laughter. “What? No plans to intern at the organization?”
To my delight, Xander’s stern Daddy look made a public appearance. “Could you honestly see me answering to anyone, even for a good cause?”
“No.” I bit my lip and peeked up at him through my lashes. “You like to be on top.”
His gaze darkened. “Eat your dinner, Butch. Then we’re going home.”
I practically inhaled my duck confit after that delicious threat, and my excitement only grew when Xander letmedrive the WaveRunner on the way back to the mainland. With the way he possessively rubbed against my ass the entire time, I suspected he had ulterior motives for our seating arrangement, but we both knew I belonged to him.
He can do whatever he wants to me.
This domination continued after we finally stumbled through his apartment door and into the bedroom—drunk on lust and each other. In no time, we were both naked, and I was spread out on the bed while he hovered over me. With a hum of appreciation, he lowered his head and began kissing and nipping his way along my jaw and down my neck, making goosebumps break out over my skin.
“Fu…dge…”I grunted, tamping down my recurring primalurgeto somehow connect my powers to a normie.
I should probably figure out what that’s about…
The groan he let out was orgasmic. “Baby, if you keep almost-swearing like that, I’m going to come all over your cock.” To punctuate his point, he reached down and wrapped his hand around both of our dicks, stroking us together.
My eyes started to roll back in my head from the sensation of his velvety skin gliding against mine, but I forced myself towatch. I couldn’t help it. The way his foreskin moved over his shaft was fascinating—like a ripple on the water. Like a magic trick.
I’m still convinced he’s a sex wizard.
“What does that feel like?” I asked, before realizing how stupid that sounded. “Being uncircumcised, I mean. Does it feel like you’re rubbing inside… something? Like a sleeve?”
