by MJ Masucci
Xander was deep in thought as the cab headed to his apartment. He was having trouble containing himself regarding tomorrow night. Oh, how he wished she would agree to let him take her against the window. It was at the front of his mind for the past week.
When they arrived, his apartment was stifling hot. He checked the air conditioner, and it was blowing warm air. He checked the thermostat, and it was set properly at seventy-four. The temperature was eighty-seven. They both started to sweat, and Ava went out on the terrace for some relief even though it was ninety outside.
“I need to call maintenance,” he said.
She waited on the terrace, enjoying the slight breeze. At least the air was circulating outside even if it was hot. Xander joined her with some bad news.
“They have several units not functioning. I’m not sure if they are going to be able to get to us before Monday. We will have to stay at your apartment until they do.” What dumb luck. Just when I thought I was going to get, my fantasy satisfied.
“Do you need anything before we go?”
“No, I have clothes at your apartment.”
“Baby, don’t be upset. We can still come over tomorrow evening.”
His face brightened, “You would do that for me?”
“I aim to please, though we can’t stay here overnight. It’s just too hot.”
He started to harden at the thought of taking her against the windows, their sweaty bodies pressed against the cool glass.
“I thought you were unsure about it.”
“You take care of me, and I want to please you.”
“You always please me. I only want you to say yes if you are comfortable with the idea.”
“Ask me tomorrow.”
He kissed her hand and caught her scent, which he inhaled deeply. She smirked at him and took her hand back. They walked to her apartment relishing the cool air when they arrived. They were both sweating, and Ava decided to take a quick shower that turned into a very long one when Xander joined her. He took her hard against the shower wall, and she moaned loudly as he pumped into her.
Afterward, as they were drying themselves, she asked, “Do you want to go out for dinner?”
“I’d rather have a night in.”
“I have nothing to eat here. I haven’t been keeping up on my groceries except for cat food. We will have to order delivery.”
They decided on Soul Burger, which even though Ava rarely ate, she was in the mood tonight. Xander had piqued her appetite with the activities in the shower. They sat down on the couch to wait for the delivery while she checked out flights to Miami for their Key West trip.
Since she hadn’t been able to spend time in Georgia for her niece and nephew’s birthday because of her father’s illness, she had a week’s vacation unused. She had used her accrued personal days for this rather than vacation. They decided to go down the first week of August. Xander had called his friend to confirm the rental after he had emailed him the previous night. Because they were friends, he was given a cheaper rate and promised that he would send pictures of the home before they went down.
Ava found a flight that left in the early evening of Friday, the first of August. It would arrive in Miami after eight, and they would drive to Key West. She was excited even though they had almost four weeks before they left. She secretly planned to find some lingerie and bikinis that would wow Xander and decided she would need Samantha’s help to pick a few selections.
After they had eaten dinner, they relaxed on her bed talking about their upcoming trip. Xander had never been to Key West, but he had been to Florida. He told her it would be fine with him if she brought and wore as little clothing as possible. The temperatures were usually in the high eighties, low nineties at this time of year.
She wanted to shift gears, so she didn’t get too far ahead on thinking of sexy outfits. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“I’d rather make love to you if you want to know. There is one thing, in particular, I would like to do.”
She raised her eyebrow and didn’t wait for him to say anything. He got between her legs and pushed her camisole up. She had changed to a pair of royal blue boy shorts after she had gotten out of the shower, which wasn't nearly as sexy as the lace thong she wore earlier. He much would have preferred that to these.
He grasped the waistband and pulled them down enough to reveal her small tattoo where he planted kisses.
“I like this little rose, but I much would have loved if you had your last name initial.”
She propped herself on her elbows looking puzzled, “I have my last name initial.”
“I mean I wish you had your married name initial.”
“Baby, it doesn’t mean anything. I’m already marked by you forever right here,” as she placed her hand over her heart.
She lay back down, and he tugged harder on the panties to reveal her mound, where he nibbled and feathered kisses. She pushed her hips up towards his face, and he took the opportunity to pull her panties off, discarding them on the floor.
“Take your camisole off; I want to see all of you.”
She sat up and did as he asked. He stared at her breasts and climbed her body, pushing her down on the bed so he could lick and suck them.
“Do you know how enticing you smell?”
He nuzzled her neck and bit at the flesh above her pounding pulse. Then he moved his mouth to her shoulder and collarbone, nibbling his way along. He kissed between her breasts, upper stomach and finally her belly before he positioned himself between her legs. She whimpered when she felt his hot breath against her sex and moaned out loud when his tongue touched her clit.
He moved to her inner thighs, gently biting down and leaving teeth marks. She protested at his lack of attention to her sex, but he told her to be patient. Xander planned to tease her until she begged him to enter her. He continued to work his way over her body with his teeth, lips, and tongue, kissing every square inch her of her.
He was aching to feel her wetness envelop him, but he wanted to pleasure her. Her frustration got the best of her, and she reached down to touch herself, but he pushed her hand away. He dipped his tongue into her, and she moaned as he glided through her velvety folds. Her breathing had gone from heavy to a hard pant.
Xander looked up at her, and she had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her face screwed up almost as if she were in pain. He quickly removed his boxers and got back between her legs, sinking himself hard into her. Ava gasped, biting her lip as he sped up his movements. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels pressing against his back.
“Ohh, oh. Deeper, Xander,” she cried.
He pushed as deep as he could go. She removed her legs and replaced them with her hands, clawing at his ass.
“Sweetheart, I’m getting close…”
She didn’t answer him but instead let out a howl followed by intense pulsing around him. He stroked into her two more times before he climaxed with a loud groan, planting kisses on her breasts as he did. When he finished, he collapsed onto her, tucking his head under her chin. She petted his damp hair and caressed his smooth back.
“I love you, Xander.”
He looked up at her and smiled, kissing her chest before he rolled off her. She turned on her side and snuggled up against him. She was so happy at this moment. Everything seemed to be falling into place.
Chapter 16
Fuck, what type of lock was this anyway? Liam had been working on the lock to his sister’s back door for the last ten minutes. He would have tried the front door, but it stood out to the neighborhood. Her husband must have cut down the bushes that partially obscured the front yard the last time Liam was here.
He would just have to keep trying. He checked his watch; it was nearing 2:00 PM. He didn’t remember when his niece and nephew would be getting home from school, but it had to be soon. He had scoped out the house for three days trying to figure out the comings and goings of his sister’s family. He had to be careful because unlike Jayne’s, th
is neighborhood was full of dogs and nosy people.
He already had a few of the neighbors eyeing him suspiciously. He kept his head down, hidden by the bill of his cap. Some might recognize him from when he lived here previously.
He continued to work on the lock until he felt the familiar click. The lock had finally disengaged. His mentor in prison, Woodrow, would have been embarrassed if he could have seen Liam fiddling with the lock like an amateur. He slipped into the house quickly and shut the door. He sniffed the air; it smelled like cookies. His sister was always baking when he lived here.
His stomach began to growl since it had been hours since he had last eaten. He hunted around the counters and cabinets, finally finding the plate of cookies on top of the refrigerator. He grabbed three and shoved two into his mouth. Delicious. She knew how to cook, and it was one of the very few things he missed about her.
Liam went to the basement door, closing it behind him as he descended the steps. He was surprised that the entire room previously used for storage was now a modern man cave. A large seventy-inch flat screen TV adorned one wall complete with surround sound. A large wooden bar with several stools took up another side of the basement. Dark leather furniture on top of a thick gray carpet filled the room.
He made his way to the bomb shelter, hoping that his money was still where he left it inside the wall. He held his breath as he opened the door and was happy to see it was still packed with junk. No one seemed to have been in here. He climbed over a couple of bicycles with flat tires, jumped over a large fish tank and worked his way around several wooden pieces of furniture. The concrete blocks that he had hidden his money behind was way in the back. He took a screwdriver from his backpack and cut around the caulking he had put around the two blocks.
After he had pulled the caulk loose, he shoved the screwdriver in the seam and began working the block out. It was harder to remove than he remembered and he began to get worried until he slipped one block out and saw the white plastic bag he had filled with money. He tugged at it, but it was stuck. He needed to remove the other block, which he did.
He yanked at the bag, and it slipped out with a thud as it hit the concrete floor. He kneeled down to check out the contents. It was all here, and he felt giddy. He had squirreled two hundred thousand dollars in hundreds here of his client’s money.
Duping them and his superiors at Magellan had been easy. He had funneled it electronically to an account. Most of it was interest, but no one had caught onto his scheme. Even if they had, it would have caused them great embarrassment. He had been doing it for almost three years before they fired him because of the restraining order.
In all, he had stolen over three hundred and fifty thousand dollars which he hid in different places. Not bad for a kid from the suburbs. He had used some of it for his papers and had worked out an elaborate plan with Little Papi to get him some of the cash. Papi was working on an investment scheme that would allow them to live comfortably once he got to Fortaleza.
Papi had told him that he should give up his plot for revenge and just come to Brazil, but he couldn’t. Ava and the asshole were going to get what they had coming to them. How he would like to take a little slice like Ava with him but she betrayed him. He could never trust her.
He crammed his backpack tight with the cash, testing the straps to make sure it could hold the weight. He had spent a lot of money on this pack. It was one that climber’s used. He was about to leave when he heard noises upstairs. He quickly made his way to the door and closed it, hitting the light switch just before he heard voices.
His niece and nephew had come home from school. He heard the TV go on and knew that he was going to be stuck here for awhile. He slipped off the pack from his shoulder and felt his way to a chair that was near the door, sitting down on it. He would just have to stay until the house got quiet and that might be hours from now.
Ava woke up with a smile on her face; today was July Fourth. She reached back and found the bed to be empty. She turned her head and saw that Xander was not there. Where is he? A minute later he padded into the room, his hair a sexy tousled mess.
“Where were you?”
“If you must know, I was peeing. I didn’t know I had to ask permission.”
She threw his pillow at him, and he caught it, jumping on the bed next to her. He dropped it and began gently tickling her ribs. She was still naked from the activities of the night before.
“Stop, stop, I can’t breathe.”
He pulled his hands back with a worried look on his face.
“Gotcha!”
“I’m going to get you for that one. Wait and see.”
“That’s my hope.”
“I should spank you; you’re very naughty.”
She sat up in bed, “Xander, do you really want to spank me?”
“I would never do it if you don’t want it, but it might be fun.”
“Do you want to try it now?”
“Well, you have been bad, so I should give you a spanking. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she crawled across his lap. He rubbed her ass with his hand, preparing to spank her. Then he gently brought his hand down. It stung, and she prepared herself for another. He brought his hand down. Her ass began to heat as he did it again. It wasn’t unpleasant, and she felt her core clench as his hand came down a third and fourth time.
“Enough. How do you feel?”
“It’s a turn on. Maybe a couple more?”
He spanked her two more times then moved her from his lap to the bed.
“Maybe you should do that while we are having sex.”
“Ava, you never cease to amaze me.”
The barbecue was in full swing when they got there. Samantha scowled at her when she sat down after saying hello to everyone.
“Why is it that I’m the newlywed and you’re the one always late?”
“Since when does being a newlywed have anything to do with being late?”
Sam lowered her voice, “I’m talking about sex.”
“I know, but I doubt we have any more than other couples.”
“Okay, how many times do you have sex a week?”
Ava looked up as she counted in her head. Sam slapped her arm.
“I’m counting, give me a chance. I guess about twelve or maybe fourteen.”
She saw Sam’s jaw drop, “Are you serious? Stop teasing me.”
“I'm serious. Sometimes we have it four times a night, sometimes twice. It depends if we’re tired, but we also do other things.”
“Other things?”
“You know, oral.”
“How are you walking straight?” Sam gave her a wicked look, “So, have you had sex in Xander’s office?”
“Oh my God, how can you even ask that? Of course not,” she lied.
If Sam only knew how many times they had sex in his office, she would be flabbergasted. They just couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“I’m sorry. I figured since they are lax with the non-fraternization policy and you two work together, you might have done it there. Have you ever thought about it?”
“Maybe once or twice, but it’s our workplace besides being a law firm.”
“Somehow I find it hard to believe that you can contain yourselves at work.”
“We can so let’s stop giving me the first degree, please.”
She mentioned to Sam that they were planning a trip to Key West in a few weeks. Ava wanted her to go shopping with her to pick out some lingerie and bathing suits. Robert called Sam over to meet a friend of his, and she excused herself. In her place, Rachel sat down and asked her when she was going to come to have her measurements taken. She told her soon. She and Xander had decided to wait until May to get married.
“Why did you decide on next year? I thought you wanted to get married this year?”
“I did, but I want to get married in the warmer weather, and we would never have go
tten a date for a venue. Plus you wouldn’t have enough time to design my dress and do all you are doing now.”
“I appreciate the consideration, but I would have put other things aside for you, you know that.”
“I do, but you have Mateo and other clients. I wasn’t going to put that on you with such a short time frame. Let’s shoot for May.”
Ava spent time going around and visiting with her family. As the day turned to dusk, she started to get restless. Often Xander looked over at her with longing in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted to give it to him.
He was discussing something with Jacob when she grabbed his hand. He excused himself and went into the house to talk to her away from everyone.
“I want to give you a present.”
He looked at her puzzled, “What present?”
“Take me against your bedroom window.”
He had a hard time containing himself at the thought of her against the backdrop of the fireworks on the river. He grasped her hand, and they said their goodbyes to everyone. Xander ushered her out of the house to his Infiniti and opened her door, then ran around to his side. He was already aroused from the prospect of fulfilling his fantasy. The only bad part was that his apartment was probably hot as blazes.
He held her hand the entire drive to the garage. He quickly parked in his spot and helped her out of the car. They walked the several blocks to his apartment, entering the building just as the street lights came on.
“Mr. Wilder. Mr. Wilder?” The concierge called.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know if you are aware, but your air conditioning was fixed early this afternoon.”
“Thank you for letting me know.”
He rushed into the elevator, and as the doors closed, he pushed her into the corner, holding her arms above her head with one hand. He pressed his lips hard against hers. His other hand roamed over her breasts, pinching each nipple. When the elevator doors opened on his floor, he let her go and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to his door.