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He whispered dark promises as he laid her bare with pleasure. “I feel you rippling around my cock, Waverly. It’s driving me insane.”
“Please, Xavier. Please, please, please,” Waverly chanted the words. She could do nothing but hold on as he battered into her, the spike of pleasure so sharp and so high it terrified her.
“Come!” He gritted out the command, and Waverly was shocked when her body did exactly what he told it to do. She erupted around him, and as he hit bottom and held there, his entire body tensed. The groan—guttural, animal—was sinful pleasure to her ears. His orgasm controlled hers, and she shuddered around him as he thrust wildly, emptying himself inside her, using her hungry squeezes to stroke out every drop of release from him.
“Waverly. Waverly. Waverly,” he chanted her name like a mantra.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They were still tangled around each other, still stroking and petting when a distant knock cut through their haze.
“Fuck,” Xavier sat up. “Kate’s here.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Waverly hissed and jumped up. She blindly felt for wall and hit the nightstand instead. “Ouch!”
Xavier flipped the light switch and flooded the room.
They stared at each other, and Waverly clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to erupt.
“What?” he hissed.
Waverly snickered. “You look debauched!” she said, taking in his messy hair, his shoulders riddled with scratches. “If you answer the door like that Kate is going to pass out, and when she wakes up she’s going to know exactly what we did.”
Xavier frantically grabbed for a pair of sweatpants and yanked them on. “Better?”
She looked pointedly at his half-mast cock that was proudly fighting its way out of its cotton prison.
“Fuck.” He pulled on a t-shirt. “I’m not going to get unhard with you standing there naked.”
“Where would you like me to go?” Waverly asked accommodatingly. “You shredded the only clothes I had.”
He grabbed for her and shoved her and her ruined dress into the master bathroom. He threw a clean t-shirt after her. “Go take a shower, and don’t come out until you look like you didn’t have sex,” he ordered.
But when she took a step toward the shower, he was pulling her back in and kissing her hard. “Talk later,” he promised, and then he was hurrying out the door.
Grinning, Waverly shut the bathroom door behind her and took stock of Xavier’s bathroom. It reflected the man who owned it. Subtle polish in the granite and the tile, the glassed-in shower. But it was Spartan in its order. Nothing was out of place. She couldn’t tell which side of the double vanity he used because both were spotless. A single toothbrush occupied a stainless steel holder halfway between the sinks. It, and a bottle of hand soap, were the only items on the sparkling white countertop.
The only female presence was the one she spotted in the mirror. Her hair was a wild riot that had clearly had a man’s hands tangled in it. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy. Her lips were swollen from frenzied kisses. And her eyes? Well, they held the knowing light of what it was like to be worshipped. That’s how she felt, as if Xavier had witnessed her at her very worst and only saw the good, the bright, the beautiful.
Faintly, she heard voices coming from the other room.Kate. She’d need to get her head on straight before she faced Kate or anyone else for that matter. She ducked into the shower and turned on the faucets, setting the water on the edge of scorching. There was so much to consider. So many things had happened tonight, and she didn’t know what a damn one of them meant for her future. But that was for later. For now, she would bask in the steam of the water and the certainty that her body had been used as nature intended, perhaps for the first time ever.
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Xavier did his best to control her exposure to the news until Waverly snatched the remote out of his hand and replaced it with a fried chicken breast. “I know you don’t want me going all to pieces, X, but this is the best way for me to deal with it,” she told him, not taking her eyes from his giant flat screen.
It wasn’t just that the coverage of the explosions was riveting. It was that it had pierced the fragile bubble that their lovemaking had created. She was ripped back to a reality full of questions. The drone of the TV provided a barrier that bought her time while her mind frantically shuffled through what ifs and outcomes.
Kate snorted with indignation from her slouch on the floor where she was working her way through a plate of pizza, chicken, and mashed potatoes. “These idiots are doing everything they can to turn this into another New York or Paris,” she said, stabbing her plastic fork at the TV.
“Supposition sells, not facts,” Waverly sighed, pushing coleslaw around her plate. The relief that no one had suffered serious injuries was tempered by the guilt she felt at bringing this on the event. Her world, along with a sidewalk trashcan and a planter, had blown up. The events of the night were going to have long-reaching effects and not just for her.
A frantic Kate had busted into Xavier’s bathroom to see for herself that Waverly was okay. Her friend had been so upset she hadn’t mentioned the shredded designer gown and sex-tangled sheets. But Waverly knew it was only a matter of time before Kate’s brain processed everything and then the questions would start.
Over a smorgasbord of comfort foods Kate had shared her version of events. Liam had dragged her off the carpet with his wife in tow, and the three of them had dashed down the sidewalk under the scaffolding. They raced four blocks down the street until they found a sports bar where Kate called Ubers for them. She’d gone straight to the Sinners’ estate, and Waverly’s parents, Gwendolyn, and their security showed up minutes later. Kate dialed frantically until she finally got a text from Xavier that they were safe.
Gwendolyn, in true Media Barbie fashion, had crafted two press releases, one reporting that Waverly was safe and sound, praying for the rest of the attendees and crowd, and another announcing her disappearance. Thankfully, Waverly was present and accounted for and could sign off on the safe and sound release.
Xavier had listened to Kate’s version of events, asking careful questions to get a clearer picture. Waverly could see him sorting and adding information to the report running in his head.
