Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Left or right one?” Xavier asked. He didn’t at all seem bothered by my testicle-in-mouth syndrome.
“Both. The mark is shaped like the state of New Jersey.”
That got a deep belly laugh from Xavier. “Not Jersey,” he said. “Does that mean the Holland Tunnel is right around the corner?”
“How did you know?” I lifted my butt from the seat and looked down at it.
Now we both laughed at the silly exchange. The severe wave of embarrassment quickly receded back into the ocean of emotions from where it came.
I looked down at the piece of paper. The laughter simmered down, but my smile stayed. “Back to this,” I said, although Xavier let go of a few residual chuckles. I started to read the part of my speech out loud. Speaking was easy when there were lines to memorize and spit out. I had the additional sectional down in about five minutes.
Xavier arched a brow, nodding. He appeared impressed at my ability to go off-book that quickly. “You’re really good at that.”
“I like it,” I said. My gaze involuntarily dropped back to his lips. He was clean-shaven, a beauty mark near the left corner of his top lip catching my attention. He sat even closer to me now.
Was that his breath I felt against my cheek?
A cloud of monarch butterflies fluttered into my chest. Heat pooled between my legs, making me extra aware of how inexperienced I was in that department and yet how needy I was. Being a twenty-six-year-old virgin wasn’t exactly high in my list of proud accomplishments.
Maybe it was time I got rid of that title?
Except the thought of losing my virginity with the sculpted god of a dragon sitting next to me made my head swim. I’d be self-conscious and awkward the entire time.
“Do you want to head back to the gala?” Xavier asked.
I could. I should.
“I think I need a few more minutes.”
“Take your time,” Xavier said. The way he looked at me made me feel like something exotic and rare sitting behind a glass barrier. I’d seen that look on people appreciating fine art in museums. Like they were searching for something in the bold strokes and patterns of color.
His lips. So pink, so perfect.
Moth. Flame.
Want.
I wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe I blacked out for the few seconds it took my mouth to reach Xavier’s, but the lights flashed back on the second we kissed.
Bright lights. Blinding ones. Like staring directly at the sun and loving it.
Flames tickled my spine. My toes curled in my shiny black wingtips, the papers fluttering down to the ground. Xavier’s firm hand gripped the back of my neck, the kiss growing, the room spinning, my heart turning to complete mush even though it beat at about four hundred beats per second. It was like I had shifted into a hummingbird, not a wolf.
I surrendered to the moment, forgetting about the complications that kissing my bodyguard would bring. It was against every rule in the book, and yet I didn’t really give a fuck. In this moment, I didn’t want to be a good boy. I wanted to be bad.
A small moan escaped from my throat. It was like throwing a match into a gas leak. The kiss exploded. Xavier’s grip tightened as his tongue probed deeper, his other hand grabbing mine. Our fingers threaded together. His strong hand gripped mine, something that shouldn’t have been very intimate but somehow felt like he was taking my virginity then and there.
Another moan. More flickering flames. I climbed onto Xavier’s lap. My body had become its own controller. My brain solely focused on the drumbeat of need that pounded inside me. Xavier looked up at me, light brown eyes searing through me. “Is this wrong?” I asked him, desperately hoping he’d say no.
“Hooking up with the vice president’s son inside his own office while I’ve been contracted to protect him? Yeah, it might get us in some hot water.”
Damn. He was right. I moved to get off him.
His hands gripped my hips and held me down. “But I never cared about getting in a little bit of trouble.”
I rested my weight on him, my dress pants bunching up and showing how badly I didn’t mind getting in trouble either. He throbbed underneath me. He was as into being bad as I was.
“Maybe we should lock the door?” I said, looking over my shoulder.
“Good idea.”
I stood up and tried to readjust myself so the bulge wasn’t as apparent. Xavier moved my hand to my side. “I like this view,” he said, eyes pinned on the shape of my hard dick.
“Oh,” I said. Warmth flushed across my cheeks. I became hyperaware of my blushing, which made me blush even more. I must have looked like a damn firetruck.
I turned and went to lock the door. This moment had to be something pulled out of my wildest dreams, and I wasn’t about to let anyone wake me up from it.