Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

30. Out of Hand (Parker)

Since Roy, I haven't fucked the same guy multiple times until Xander. And I don't know what the hell is going on with me.

I liked Roy because he was as crazy as I was, and of course, there were barely any complications with him, except for the backlash from some cheeks who wanted to claim him.

But Xander is different. He's a relationship kind of guy who is content with one woman for a long period; the type of guy I don't bother. I always believed kinky sex wasn't his thing, even though he got a boner when he watched me have sex at the club. But to my surprise, he agreed to try a threesome. Maybe Xander is not as rigid as I thought he was, and the more I spend time with him, the more he makes me curious.

The question is: how long do I want to keep him around?

A gentle tug on my elbow pulls me out of my steamy daydream, throwing me back to a white, boring meeting room where I've been stuck for the past thirty minutes. A pair of dark eyes are staring down at me when I shift my gaze to the source of distraction: Xander, the man in my naughty dream. I frown at him slightly, silently asking why he poked at me.

He grabs the pen in my hand which I've been unconsciously tapping against my note before leaning in, his hand brushing my fingers in the process. "You're not at school," he says as his warm breath caresses the side of my neck. "Focus."

Ignoring the goosebumps on the back of my neck, I glare at him, but he already fixes his gaze on the project leader delivering the plan for the new shopping center. It's not that I'm annoyed at his friendly warning, but the meeting bores the life out of me, and I'm just trying to blame it on him like a spoiled child. I told him I didn't want to come along, but he didn't give me any choice. Sitting here to listen to the same cases and discussions feels like repetitive work and a waste of time.

Seeing how he doesn't give a fuck with my annoyance most of the time, it's impossible to like this infuriating man, right? So, what made me agree to let him go stick his dick into my holes?

Maybe it's just the excitement because we have to do this secretly, or it's the way he fucks me like an animal. For someone who has been in order with his sex life, he has a surprising libido to tame. I wonder how his ex-girlfriend kept up with him during the time they were together. She must have been a champ in bed.

When we finally leave the meeting and head back to our floor, I heave a relieved sigh. I'm tempted to kick my high heels off my feet but we're still inside the elevator.

"That was boring as fuck," I grumble.

"Language," Xander says, even though we're alone inside the car.

Grinning, I lean back against the elevator wall, my eyes locked with his. "Fuck." I smirk. "Maybe we can–"

"No. Don't even think about it." He shakes his head.

"What? You haven't even heard the rest of my sentence."

He narrows his eyes. "I know you too well by now to guess what you wanted to say."

I tilt my head. "Okay. What did I want to say then?"

"Just drop it, Parker. We're still at the office."

As the elevator doors slide open, we straighten up our posture and school our faces into a flat, business expression. Unlike my dad, who only has a few secretaries and a personal assistant on his floor, our CFO and his team also work on our floor, even though they're on the other side of the wing. Xander and I need to act strictly as a COO and an intern despite his dick being inside me last night. Multiple times.

"Tim invited us this Friday. You're coming, right?" he asks.

I groan at my father's name. "He told me about it. I'm still plotting how to escape it."