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“Baby, baby…” I ran a hand down his broad chest—mostly for his benefit, but also mine. “Take a breath. Then repeat whatyousaid tomewhen I was freaking out over the possibility of my identity being outed by my mother.”
Obedient as ever, Butch took a couple of slow breaths and nodded. “I said to let her try it, because the fact she kept you a secret will only come back to biteherin the end.”
“Yup!” I grinned, almost giddy with how this was playing out. “Vortexio doesn’t know we’ve split from my family, or that Apocalypto Man is dead. He thinks publicly revealing this ace he’s been holding on to since I was born will flush us all out.”
Understanding washed over Butch’s face. “But all it’s going to do is piss off your mother enough to come for him, as Glacial Girl.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” I cooed, lowering my head to suck on his neck, marking him as mine—all mine. “Maybe they’ll kill each other off.”
It’s how the game is played, after all.
CHAPTER44
BUTCH
Xander’s warehouse lair was cool, but I now understood what he meant by enjoying a smaller footprint. I didn’t mind the vast square footage and high ceilings—especially as someone who could fly—but I didn’t like howfar awayXander seemed.
I miss his tiny apartment.
“Do you need something, sweetheart?” he murmured, a smile twitching his lips even as his eyes stayed glued to the microscope.
I knew I was unnecessarily crowding him, but couldn’t help myself. “What are you doing? Can I help?”
Xander silently laughed before lifting his head to look at me. “I’m watching algae reproduce. It’s not as salacious as it sounds, but it’s distracting me until we leave to meet your USN contact.” He paused before awkwardly adding, “My work always helps me decompress.”
He’s opening up to me!
It was a ridiculous thing to get excited about, but I’d realized how unnatural it was for Xander to share even the most mundane things about himself, so I’d take any crumb I could get.
“I usually go for a long flight to take my mind off things,” I offered, squeezing myself into the small space between his metal stool and the worktable. “Obviously, that’s not an option right now, so… I guess I just have some nervous energy that needs to get out.”
Xander was giving me his full attention now, as unbothered as always by how needy I was behaving. “What about taking a nice hot shower?”
I canted my head from side to side. “Mmm, not as good as flying, but yeah, showers work. I do some of my best thinking in there—especially if I’m trying to solve a big problem.”
His smirk was now in full bloom. “Good to hear, because I have ahugeproblem I was hoping you’d help me solve.”
Welp… I walked right into that one.
I couldn’t even be mad about it, since Xander was already herding me into the bathroom while expertly locating all the hidden zippers on my supersuit.
“Fuck, I miss your slutty gray sweatpants,” he growled against my lips, yanking my suit down my chest like it offended him. “Such easy access to that even sluttier cock.”
I whimpered and backed away so I could quickly peel off the rest of my suit. Xander did the same, maintaining eye contact the entire time, making just the act of undressing together unbearably hot.
We may need a cold shower after this.
He stepped into the massive walk-in shower—enclosed in glass, with luxurious dual rain shower heads and a smooth ceramic floor sloping to an enormous drain.
Perfect for washing away copious amounts of blood.
At this point, I fully embraced that my thoughts wentthere,and that doing so made my already throbbing dick weep precum. Xander noted the steady stream trailing down my shaft for a moment before turning on the shower and shifting his gaze to mine.
“Get in here,” he commanded, gesturing for me to enter with a dick-twitching snap of his fingers. “On your knees with your back to the wall.”
Yes, Daddy!
I instantly obeyed, stepping inside and dropping to my knees against the wall of glass. Xander immediately positioned himself in front of me with his dick in-hand, sliding back his foreskin and rubbing the smooth crown over my lips, smearing them with precum.
