Perception (Club Destiny #6)(39)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Come for me, pet. Whenever you’re ready,” Xander said, his tone firm, unyielding. And so fucking sexy.

When he pressed two fingers into her, his mouth once again latching onto her clit, she knew she was doomed. She wasn’t going to be able to last. Not that she needed to, but it felt so fucking good, she didn’t want it to end.

“Please,” she pleaded, unsure exactly what she was asking for.

Xander intensified his oral ministrations as he began fucking her with his fingers. Slow, deep strokes penetrated her, forcing her closer and closer to the edge.

She had to focus on holding her legs up and open as he drove her completely insane.

And then, when she thought she’d rein herself back in, she shattered into a million pieces, brilliant colorful fractures of light broke off behind her closed eyelids as her orgasm consumed her.

“Fucking beautiful,” Xander said quietly, pulling her attention to him.

Mercedes opened her eyes, fully expecting him to still be kneeling on the floor between her legs, but he wasn’t. He was leaning over the bed, his hands on either side of her head as he held himself above her.

Letting go of her legs, she relaxed into the mattress, her gaze locked with his. Right there, in the beautiful green glow of his eyes, Mercedes was positive she saw something. Something that was very much like a promise.

He leaned in, pressing his soft, warm lips to hers, and she fought the urge to hold him to her. Instead, she allowed him entrance into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. This wasn’t new to her, but with Xander, there was something discreetly unique to their mating.

And that was probably what she feared most.

When he pulled back, not moving, just staring down at her, Mercedes reached up and touched his face with the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”

“No, baby, thank you.”

Chapter Twelve

Xander sat at his desk, staring out the office window overlooking downtown Dallas, his mind still reeling from what had just happened just a few short hours ago. With the phone pressed to his ear, he listened to the monotonous ringing while he sat patiently waiting for his friend to answer, doing his best to focus on something other than the memory of the way Mercedes tasted against his lips.

“What’s up?” Shane asked when he finally answered his phone.

Not in the mood to beat around the bush, Xander opted for getting right to the point. “Wanted to let you know that Mercedes won’t be going to Kink tonight,” Xander told Shane bluntly.

Mercedes had informed him that she had a call that she had to take and had disappeared back to her condo shortly after he had helped her to get dressed. Not wanting to let her go, Xander had resigned himself to doing just that. As much as he wanted to keep her at his side every single second for the next five days, he knew he couldn’t.

“Why not?” Shane asked curiously.

“I’m taking her to Devotion.”

“You’re taking her?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Mind if I meet you there?” Shane asked, a modicum of uncertainty in his tone.

Xander turned his chair to stare at his blank computer screen. “Not at all.”

“Cool. See you, what? At nine?”

“I’m taking her to dinner first, so yes, around then.”

Knowing he should hang up and let the call end on that note, Xander paused, fully expecting what came next.

“What’s going on, X?” Shane asked, his tone turning serious all of a sudden.

Xander sighed. He knew he needed to explain to Shane the deal that he’d made with Mercedes and the recent development that had already changed their friendship at least as far as Xander was concerned. Shane deserved that much because he cared about Mercedes, almost as much as Xander did. And on any given day, Xander would usually invite Shane to dinner with them.

Not tonight.

He’d already informed Mercedes that he was going to enlighten Shane as to what was happening between them, but he wasn’t quite sure how to spit it out. If he offered up too much information, Shane would quickly realize this was something more than just a few days of play time. He had absolutely no intention of anyone figuring out that what Xander wanted was a hell of a lot more than playtime. Not before he could convince Mercedes at least.

“Fuck,” Shane exhaled, clearly making his own assumptions based on Xander’s lack of answer. “Man, do you know what you’re doing?”

Ok, so clearly he didn’t need to explain, but Xander scrounged up a considerable amount of let’s-just-play-along and answered with a question of his own. “What are you talking about?”

“I always suspected you had your sights set on her, but seriously, X, she’s…”