All's Fair in Love and Business: Xavier's Story

Ch. 19

Leaving Eva and Ruxin's house I feel like I've laughed too much and had too many glasses of wine. Xavier's hand rests at the small of my back as we walk to his vehicle. He's been less of an ass-swipe tonight, Eva's words not mine, but I have to agree. He was starting to let his guard down and he and Eva talked without raises their voices at each other, it was a good night. Xavier opens the passenger side door and I get in, buckling myself in as I wait for him. When he slides behind the wheel he quietly puts on his seatbelt and starts the car.

I glance at him confused by his sudden muteness. "Is there something wrong?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "No, nothings wrong."

"You're not be very talkative. Did you have a good night?"

"I did. Did you?"

"Yes, I enjoy spending time with them." I say, honestly.

"Eva's enjoyable." He remarks, leaving out Ruxin.

I can't help but grin. "Ruxin is too, you two are ridiculous."

"Come home with me?" He asks, so suddenly I'm not sure if I even heard him correctly.

I shake my head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I think its a great one and I'm always right." He states, confidently.

I roll my eyes. "Hardly." I reply, amused.

He continues to drive to my house and I remember our earlier encounter in the bathtub. My mind and body are currently opposing each other. One wants to drag him inside and the other wants to keep him at arms length until we know for sure where this relationship is going. He parks and turns off the car just in front of my house. The look he gives me tells me he's coming inside, and I really want him to. I open the door, stepping out of the vehicle and we walk calmly to the front door, my insides feeling the exact opposite. Using my key to open the door and I try to collect my thoughts.

    I feel Xavier's fingers tighten around my waist, interrupting my thoughts as he lifts me up, carrying me all the way inside. I turn towards him, our mouths colliding as I start to undress him as quickly as I can. I feel him lift my dress, tugging down my underwear. I step out of them as he pushes me back against the front door, effectively shutting it. His hand goes just behind my knee, picking up my left leg and he enters me swiftly. My whole body shudders, as I stretch to accommodate him. He lifts my other leg and I wrap them around him tightly, as he sets a punishing rhythm. I feel my pleasure mounting and when I moan his name and arch against him, he buries himself inside me as he finds his own release. Our breathing is labored, and my legs are tired. "That was intense." I comment, as he nuzzles my neck.

He grunts in response, continuing to kiss down my neck and onto my chest. I unlock my legs from around his waist. But he holds me against him, still deep inside me.

"Xavier, I have to get up early. I don't expect you to stay." I tell him, as he unzips my dress.

"Shut up, Pip." He grumbles, turning to walk down the hallway, carrying me with him.

When he sets me down next to the bed he pushes my dress off my shoulders so that if falls to the floor. He starts shedding his clothes his eyes never stop roaming my body. We reach for each other at the same time, feeling the same need as we did before. I honestly don't know if I can get enough of him. I thought that maybe this time would be slower, that we'd take our time, yet its just as frenzied as before. I fall onto my back, Xavier quickly pushes my legs apart, without warning and sheathes himself in my wet heat. He doesn't stop kissing and sucking on my neck as his hips continuously take me higher, making me call out in pleasure. After we're both satisfied for a second time, he shifts our positions and brings me against his chest.

"I needed you for too long." He states, his voice lazy and sedated. I moan, knowing exactly what he's feeling. "What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm going to go into work." I answer. I don't like the idea of Liz working so hard. I want to be around if she needs anything.

"Tomorrow night is a charity function, Sterling Corp. is hosting it. I want you to go with me." He states.

"Was there a question in that sentence? Because, I think I missed it." I reply, seriously.

He grunts, "I'll have a dress brought to you." He remarks, and I look up at him. Something's never change.

"No. I'll wear something that I have." I tell him, pointedly.

"Do you have a plethora of gowns hiding in that closet?" He asks, cheekily.

"No, but I'm sure I can manage to find something."

He stares at me hard and continues talking, "I'll have a dress sent over, and collect you at 7. The event starts at 8."
My eyes narrow. "If you're thinking I'm going to fall in line with whatever plan you have set for yourself, forget it. I'm not doing that again."

"Doing what again?" He questions, interested.

"Letting you dictate my life." I answer, firmly.

"One date is me dictating your life?" He asks, shocked.

"No, its not asking me on a date, its you telling me. Not to mention, the fact I just told you I'd find something to wear
and you didn't listen."

He doesn't respond so I sit up to glare at him, waiting. "Would you like to go to a charity event with me tomorrow?"

"Sure." I reply, smiling.

"Great, I'll have a dress sent over. I'll be here at 7 to pick you up." He states, making my smile drop.

"You just can't help yourself can you?" I ask, fuming.

He shrugs and pulls me back down against his chest, he strokes my hair and just as I'm about to fall asleep I hear him say, "I love you." I keep my eyes closed, and he kisses my head. "I know you heard me." He mutters, amused.

I shake my head and keep silent. "You love me too, you just need a little more convincing." He says, bringing me up over him to straddle his waist. I feel him start to harden and instantly, my body reacts. I don't know if I still love him, but I did miss him.