Breathe for Me(27)

“You get caught. You’re lying there with this toy between your legs and you’re about to come and someone walks into the room.”

“Who?” she whispered.

“One of your servants. Your favorite.”

“Of course,” she breathed.

Xander stepped back and quickly removed his clothes, snapping on a condom before turning back to her. “You’ve seen him often. Admired from afar. Checked out his butt when you thought he wasn’t looking. Not to mention his abs of steel.”

She chuckled even as she yearned for more of his touch. “Of course.”

“But of course he’s noticed you looking. But he hasn’t done anything. How can he? You’re the princess—”

“A princess?”

“Naturally. And you can’t be touched by one as lowly as him. But when he walks in he sees how wet you are, how excited. How needy.”

“And what does he do?”

“You see him. You can’t hide that he’s the one you need. And he says—‘I can show you’.” Xander’s smile deepened. “But I can’t penetrate you.”

“You can’t?”

Xander laughed at her high-pitched disappointment. “No, definitely can’t. A princess has to remain pure.”

“Oh.” Chelsea managed to pout and reached out to stroke him in kind.

“You are going to test every ounce of my control.” Xander smiled through gritted teeth.

“Yes I am.”

“But your servant is going to resist.”

“Is he?” She giggled and squirmed again. “So what does he do?”

“He tells you to lie back and he’ll show you how your body ought to be used. What it’s built for.”

“He’s going to penetrate me with the vibe though, isn’t he?”

Xander just laughed.

Kissed her breast. He nibbled on her nipple and then soothed the sting with his lips and tongue. A gentle suck and drag. She wanted more. She wanted harder. “You’re such a tease.”

“Pleasure has to be drawn out, Princess.”

“Why?”

“To maximize it. Make it intense.”

It already was intense with the hum of the machine against her clit. The rhythmic licks of his tongue across her entrance. She was squirming so much.

“Lie still or I’ll stop.”

How the hell was she supposed to lie still when he kept up that insane torture?

He knelt above her, moving even as he kept intimately kissing her. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, hoping to stoke him into faster action.

In response he nibbled and sucked harder, made her arch closer.

“Please, please, please.” She was begging and she didn’t care. She wanted him to finish her off. She was so, so close and it was killing her. She rubbed him faster.

At that moment he stopped and pressed the vibrator against the fingers of her other hand so she curled them around it.

“Okay,” he invited. “You have a toy in each hand. Your choice. What are you going to do? Which is better?”

She kept a firm grip on them both, the vibrator lubed and humming in her hand and him—hot, hard velvet. Her choice.

Passion erupted. She so knew what she was going to do. She wriggled quickly. Positioning herself flat on the bed, letting her head tip back almost over the edge of the mattress. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. At the same time she pushed the vibrator into herself. She clamped on it—at the strangeness. Oh it was good.

There was a startled shout from him, then a groan. His hips jerked involuntarily and he thrust a little too far.

She reached back, smashed her hands on his butt and kept him there.

“You are a constant revelation.” He muttered. “Hell, Chelsea.”

She laughed, the sound smothered.

He reached down and worked the vibe for her, matching the rhythm with the suck and drag of her mouth on his cock. And then he bent further over her and sucked on her clit.

Oh sweet mercy, the sensations were so insane she hurtled straight into orgasm. Her hands clenched on his hips, ramming him deeper into her throat, muffling her screams through her shudders.

She heard his pleased, soft laughter as she returned back from the brink and tilted her head back to look at him. He was still hard. She’d wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted him as out of control as she’d just been. But he hadn’t. Now he moved. He slid the vibrator from her body, tossing it to the side and pushing his cock in its place.

She groaned at the feel of him. She was slippery, more than ready, but even so, he filled her to capacity.

“You have the most amazing mouth. It fits me perfectly. You fit me.” He kissed her, his tongue stroking the way his cock had only moments before. Deep, rhythmic. Demanding. As he drove deep inside her the urgency for release coiled within her again.

“The vibe has its place,” he muttered. “But nothing beats this.”

She smiled at him.

For a moment all fantasy was gone—there was her and him. No princess, no servant, no toy. No game. Just Xander. He looked down at her with a twist to his lips that couldn’t possibly be tender and caring. But it was. His kiss more so.

Even as she came, Chelsea knew she was in trouble.





Chapter Thirteen





Xander stayed in Chelsea’s bed the entire night. Usually he crawled out at some point, dragging himself back to his apartment for the remainder of the night. After he’d had sex with her again. But this time he failed to summon the energy or will to leave. He was finally breaking through her defenses. She’d taken action last night—played with the toy as he’d wanted her to. She’d decided. She’d teased, laughed, talked dirty right back at him. Having her watch waterpolo had been good, the restaurant better, their bed play after—brilliant.

Only now he wanted yet more—to have her truly take the lead. To open right up to him and tease him hard out the way he suspected she would if she could let herself go. He couldn’t walk away until he’d achieved that.

But more than that, he wanted to know her. Not just physically.

He woke before she did. He watched her sleeping deeply and dreamlessly. No nightmare. He drew in a satisfied breath. She was curled, facing towards him. Beautiful, warm and snugly. He ached for her to wake, but didn’t want to disturb her rest. Lazily he reached for his phone and checked some emails. He hoped she’d stir soon. But then her phone vibrated and emitted that tinkling tune.

“Oh hell,” she mumbled, reluctantly rolling to her back. “Sorry.” She didn’t even look at him as she turned away to grab the phone and get out of bed. “Hey Mom. Yeah. No. I’m good.”

Her voice faded as she wandered into the other room. “I just slept in.”

He lay in bed a few minutes longer, giving her the privacy to take her call. It was clear she wanted that space. Interesting that her mother called so often—that Chelsea was constantly required to assert her wellness. And yet close as they were, she wasn’t telling her mother everything.

He smothered a snort. It shouldn’t bother him that she hadn’t told her mom she was with a guy. What did he expect her to say—‘don’t call so early Mom, I’m tired from having so much sex’?

So not gonna happen. Not from more-private-than-a-porcupine Chelsea Greene. She was all about keeping her life compartmentalized, that was clear.

So getting to know all of her wasn’t going to be easy. Good thing he knew how to work hard.

He didn’t get the wake-up sex he’d craved—couldn’t take advantage of the ground he’d gained the night before. Her call took too long, he had meetings to get to. But halfway through the day he found he couldn’t concentrate on work any more. He’d had a call from his engineer to go back and help him out on the independent cinema project in Houston.

Xander didn’t want to go. He frowned at his own reaction. That was a first. He never let anything distract him from work, certainly not a woman. He pushed back from his desk and went outside for some fresh air. Ended up catching a cab on a whim.

He got out of the cab. A brightly colored coffee cart was parked to one side of the entrance of the equally vibrant building. Xander read the sign in the lobby and took the elevator to the fourth floor.

“Can you tell me where I might find Chelsea Greene?” He asked the receptionist.

“Sure, follow me.”

Xander followed, glancing round the small open plan office as she led him through it. No sign of the one he wanted. The girl paused and frowned. “This is her desk, she shouldn’t be far—”

“You just missed her. She’s just gone down to grab coffee.” A guy came over. “I’m Steve.”

Xander nodded, trying not to glare at the hippie dude with shoulder length hair and collection of leather ties round his wrists. Doubtless he was another intern, and Xander couldn’t possibly be jealous of him getting to spend his workdays with Chelsea. He turned to study the drawings pinned on the chest-high partition around Chelsea’s desk. Some were plans, some were ‘artist impressions’ and some were just art. Wow. He bent to study one closer. He’d not seen any of these in her apartment, but then that place was crazy full of small herbs. But her work was something else. The woman could really draw.