Burn: Book 3 (The Heat Series)

by MJ Masucci

  “Sure. Did you eat lunch?”

  “I had a smoothie.”

  “That’s crap. What do you weigh now?”

  “One hundred five.”

  “We’re getting Soul Burger tonight. I have a hankering for a Bleu Cheeseburger.”

  “Fine. I don’t feel much like cooking.”

  “You look pale. Are you feeling okay?”

  “I feel fine. I have work to do so if you are done being a mother hen, please go back to your office.”

  “If this were after hours, I would take you over my knee for using that tone of voice,” he whispered.

  Her eyes brightened, “You’re very distracting.”

  “And you’re very beautiful.”

  She began to feel heated, “Please go back to your office.”

  He chuckled and rose to leave, “I plan on distracting you very much tonight.”

  She hoped he would. Her period had just ended, and she was craving extra-curricular activities with him since their sexual contact had been limited the past few days.

  “I’m looking forward to it.”

  That night Xander was very attentive to her needs. They barely walked in the door and removed their coats before he was upon her. His mouth latched onto her throat, sucking at her pulse.

  “Can I take off my shoes?”

  He dropped to his knees to help her remove them.

  “My, so chivalrous.”

  “See how chivalrous I am when I get you into bed.”

  In a quick movement, he stood up and threw her over his shoulder. She beat on his back while she laughed. When they got to the bedroom, he took his time with her, placing her feet on the floor so he could slowly and seductively undress her.

  First, he worked at her blouse taking one button at a time and kissing the exposed flesh as each one opened until he was on his knees at her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair as he freed the blouse from the confines of her skirt. Next, he unzipped her skirt and slid it over her hips. She had dressed while he was in the shower this morning and as the skirt came down, he realized she was wearing stockings and a lace garter belt.

  “You were wearing these all day?”

  She smiled, “If I weren't so busy you would have found out I was wearing these earlier.”

  “If I knew you were wearing these I would have taken you over the desk in your office or mine,” he purred.

  He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, and it caught on her wrists, trapping her hands in the sleeves. She knew from the smoldering look that Xander was giving her that it turned him on to see her like this. Arms restrained, dressed in lace garters, bra and thong.

  She could see his arousal pressing against his pants. Quickly, he began to remove his clothing until he was only in his boxers. Her core clenched several times as she watched his skin become revealed.

  “Are you enjoying the view?”

  “I always do, no matter what your state of undress.”

  He came to her and gently tugged on the blouse to free her hands. Then he expertly unhooked her bra and stood back to look at her.

  “I want you on all fours on the bed.”

  She reached over to unsnap her garters.

  “No, everything else stays.” He pinched her nipples and pressed his mouth to hers. As soon as he released her lips, he gave her a gentle push towards the bed. She positioned herself at the edge on her knees and heat emanated from him as he pressed himself against her.

  Xander grasped her hips and ground hard against her. She moaned as his fingers slipped into her, working in and out. He removed them and yanked the thong to the side, pressing at her entrance then thrusting hard causing her to cry out as he penetrated her.

  His nails dug into her soft flesh as he moved, grasping harder as his breathing and hers got faster.

  “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”

  She did as he asked, rubbing her clit in a circular motion. He leaned over her back, grasping her heavy breasts and squeezing. His passion caused him to do it a little too hard, and she yelped.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” she said in between pants.

  Then he started to spank her, at first just a gentle smack that echoed through the bedroom. She begged him to do it harder, but he held back. It wasn’t his intention to hurt her, just to excite her. It was enough because her moans became louder and more insistent. She ground against him with every thrust and spank until she began to come.

  He felt the familiar ripple inside and knew that she was about to release. He continued pumping into her several minutes after she had come. Then again, the familiar tensing and she came a second time. He was immensely turned on by her second orgasm, and he exploded inside her.

  “You came twice.”

  “I was so turned on by the spanking. My thong must have shifted after I came the first time because it was pressing against my clit. That’s why I orgasmed again so quickly.”

  He pulled out and noticed that her ass was red, “Does this hurt,” he said as he caressed it.

  “No, why?” She was sprawled out on her stomach and tried to twist herself to see what he meant.

  “It’s red. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I never want to do that.”

  “It doesn’t hurt. It’s very erotic when you spank me while we are making love.”

  “You know I would never hurt you, right?”

  “Xander, it doesn’t hurt. I would never ask you to do it again if it did.”

  “Come.” He held his hand out to her. “Let’s take a shower.”

  “On New Year’s day, I want to take a bath with lots of bubbles.”

  He smiled, “Sweetheart, anything you want.”

  In the shower, they made love once again with her straddling him while he sat on the built-in bench in the glass enclosed shower. He dried her body and hair after they finished, then wrapped her in his terry cloth robe.

  “Hungry?”

  “I’m starving. I only had the smoothie today.”

  He checked his watch, “Too late for Soul Burger to deliver. We have cold cuts in the refrigerator. I can make sandwiches.”

  “Okay, that sounds fine. I’m chilly. I need to put on some clothes.”

  Again, he touched her head to check for fever.

  “I’m not sick. Stop it.”

  “I can take care of you.”

  “You can, but stop being overprotective. What is it about me that makes everyone that way?”

  “It’s your nature. Everyone just wants to take care of you.”

  “I don’t need it. Now stop fussing and make me food.”

  “Gladly!”

  The next two days were quiet, especially Wednesday, New Year’s Eve. The partners were closing the office at noon so everyone could enjoy the rest of the last day of the year. Ava sat at her desk finishing a few details but not working all that hard. She would be back on Friday and probably end up staying late. Victoria had decided not to come back until the end of her four-month maternity leave was completed and then possibly only part-time. The woman had decided that motherhood agreed with her. Surprise.

  That meant that she, Philip and two other attorneys would handle the workload of the division. If Victoria didn’t come back, that would be the norm for them until they hired another attorney to lighten the load.

  Regardless of work, she was looking forward to tonight. It would be the first New Year’s Eve they celebrated together. Xander wanted to have a candlelight dinner at their apartment and then go to Central Park to see fireworks. The weather was cold and clear with no chance of snow. Throughout the short day, he texted her then finally called.

  “Have you been busy today?”

  “No. I’ve been doodling around with a few odds and ends.”

  “I wish you were still my assistant.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I miss you. If you were, I would make you work in my office so I could see your loveliness all day.”

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sp; “You’re going to make me cry. I miss you, too. It’s almost noon. We will be together in a half hour.”

  “It’s a half hour too long.”

  “What are you doing now?”

  “Nothing much. I just finished making changes to a contract that I gave to my new assistant to retype. I’m done for the day.”

  “Then why don’t you come down here while I finish up?”

  The phone clicked, and she looked at the receiver in her hand. A minute later, there he was, standing at the door in one of the cashmere v-neck sweaters she had bought him for Christmas. He strode to the door and shut it behind him. She watched as he came towards her like a panther.

  “You hung up on me,” she said as he came to her side.

  “The more idle chatter, the longer it would take to get to you.”

  He knelt by her chair and pulled her hand to his lips, kissing the palm and sucking on her fingers. Ava closed her eyes as she began to feel a flush of heat and desire rush through her like a bolt of electricity. He kissed her cheek and feathered his mouth over to her jaw line, nibbling along then settling on her earlobe. She could hear the clink of his teeth on her emerald earrings.

  “You’re making me wish we were home right now.”

  He looked at her, his hazel eyes gleaming, “We don’t need to be home.”

  She understood his meaning, “Not here. I want to in our bed.”

  He chuckled, “What is with you and the bed lately?”

  “There is much to be said about making love in bed. It’s not like we haven’t christened other places in our home.”

  The truth was that there were very few surfaces in their home where they hadn’t had sex, including the dining table and the kitchen counter.

  “I realize that, but I prefer variety to our soft bed.”

  “Frankly, I don’t care where we do it, as long as we’re together.”

  “We always will be. I can’t wait for tonight. Are you sure you want to go to Central Park?”

  “You told me it was fun. I want to see for myself, and you know that I love fireworks.”

  He smirked because he loved them, too, especially to a backdrop of taking her against the tall glass windows in their apartment.

  “Something funny?”

  He chuckled, “A man can have his secrets. It’s noon, do you want to get ready to leave?”

  “I’m already finished,” she said as she closed her laptop.

  He rose from his knees by her side and helped her get her coat on.

  “I need to run upstairs to get my stuff. Wait for me by the elevator, and I’ll come down for you.”

  As he left the office, he almost ran into Philip who was leaving for the day. Xander gave him a curt hello, and he peeked in to say goodbye to Ava.

  “Enjoy your date, Philip.”

  “Somehow I’m not sure we’re compatible, but my sister set it up, so I don’t want to be impolite.”

  “You never know. You might just have some things in common with this woman.”

  “I can think of another woman I have more in common with. I’ll see you on Thursday. Have a nice New Years.”

  “You, too.”

  He walked down the hall with his head down, and she followed after locking her door. Xander was in the elevator when it opened, and he possessively took her hand as they descended to the lobby.

  “Okay, cave man, you can let my hand go,” she said as they stepped out.

  “It has nothing to do with that, and I am not letting your hand go. I want to hold it.” He placed her hand against his chest, “My love.”

  After a slow cab ride, they entered the apartment and were greeted with ornaments and wrapping paper strewn across the foyer. The boys had gotten naughty in their absence and attacked the Christmas decorations. After they had cleaned up, Ava prepared eggnog from a recipe that Natalia had given her years ago. They stretched out on the couch together to enjoy it.

  “Do you want to go out tonight?” Xander said.

  “Is there something else you would rather do?”

  “I’d prefer staying home and taking a bath with you. I have a few things I want to get set up before you come into the bathroom.”

  Her face lit up because it had been some time since they had taken a bath together. She loved lying in the tub with him.

  “Are we going to have dinner first?”

  “I think it’s probably better if we eat first,” he winked.

  It was still early, and they sat in the living room dozing while the lights of the Christmas tree twinkled. Ava lay lengthwise against Xander’s body. He splayed his hand against her belly, pulling her closer to him. His nose was in her hair, and he fell asleep with the scent of her in his nostrils.

  Two hours later Xander woke up to the dying light of the day. The apartment was illuminated only by the tree lights. He looked at the sleeping face of his wife. She looked so young when she was asleep, as young as she was when he saw her years ago at the barbecue. They had been through so much since them.

  He carefully slid his body up and climbed over her, taking his time so he wouldn’t wake her. He was looking forward to taking a bath with her and wanted to prepare the bathroom before he started to cook. The lower shelf of the linen closet held the exact items he needed, and he went about setting up.

  When he came back, Ava was stirring on the couch. She softly called his name.

  “I’m here, sweetheart. I had to do a few things before I start cooking. The bathroom in the bedroom is off limits until we are ready to take a bath.”

  “Suppose I have to pee?”

  “Then you use the hall bath. It’s clean.”

  “But the cat’s box is in there.”

  “That’s clean, too. My, you’re cranky.”

  “I’m just tired.”

  “Then sleep while I make dinner. You’re going to need your strength.”

  Ava felt her stomach knot. She knew exactly what the meaning behind that statement was. He planned on making love to her all night. She looked forward to it.

  Dinner was delicious, and she was glad that her husband took some of the cooking duties from her. He had made filet mignon on the stovetop grill, garlic mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans and a tossed salad with feta cheese. She noticed a bottle of champagne chilling in the bottom of the refrigerator.

  Cleaning the kitchen fell to her since he cooked. While she went about righting the room, he slipped away to prepare the bath. She could hear the water running, and several minutes later he came to get her wearing only a towel around his waist.

  She looked at his body with hunger. The towel hung low on his hips, and she wanted to tear it off him.

  “You’re overdressed.”

  He took her by the hand, and she followed him to the bedroom, standing still while he removed her clothing. When she was naked, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

  “Put up your hair.”

  She wound her long auburn waves into a ponytail and then clipped it onto the top of her head.

  The bathroom lights were off, but there were many candles lit on the vanity and tub ledge. The fragrance of vanilla filled the room. He held her hand while she climbed into the bubble laden water, then he joined her slowly. He pulled her in between his legs and started to massage her shoulders with his fingers.

  “Mmm, that feels good,” she purred.

  “I want you to enjoy this.”

  His hands moved down, skimming her sides and then her waist. At the same time, he kissed along the back of her neck. He brought his hands up to her breasts and cupped them. She leaned back against his chest, feeling his strong pectorals against her.

  He pinched her nipples and rubbed them. Then he worked his way to her sex. Even in the water, he could feel how slick she was as he slipped two fingers inside, moving them in a circular motion. She bent her head back, exposing the front of her neck which he took full advantage of, kissing, sucking, licking.

  His arousal was apparent, and she reached in
between them to squeeze his erection. From deep in his throat, she heard a rumble. He removed his fingers from her so she could face him, straddling his legs, her fingers encircled him, and she started to stroke.

  Again, the rumble, though this time lower and huskier, erupted from him. He shifted, and she latched her mouth onto his now exposed nipple, lightly biting him, and she was rewarded with a gasp. His fingers dug into her hips as she worked his cock.

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  She ignored his revelation and teased him. Caressing his balls and pressing the spot just behind them with her fingers. She felt him buck his hip, looking at her with half lidded eyes and then he was climaxing. She could feel the heat from his cum on her hand even with the warm water. He kissed her, hard, his mouth bruising her lips beneath his own.

  “You’re incredible, and I need to show you how much I love you.”

  “Are we done with the bath then?”

  They had only been in the tub for fifteen minutes, and she had hoped it would be longer. But she wanted him and their lovemaking was better taken care of in their bed rather than here. He stood up and grabbed his towel from the bar, quickly wiping his chest and back, then wrapping it around his waist after he stepped from the tub.

  He took his robe from the back of the door and held it up for her. Her robe was sexier, but his was more practical for getting dry. He bundled her up and rubbed at her while they hurried to their bed.

  “This is a few firsts for us. Our first New Year together and soon it will be our “first” first day of the year. I want to spend it making love to you.”

  “It’s still early, just before nine.”

  “Then that give us plenty of time before the year turns. I want to toast it with you at midnight.”

  And that is just what they did. As midnight approached, he got up from their bed, careful not to wake her sleeping form. He picked up his robe from the floor and put it on. In the kitchen, he retrieved two champagne glasses and opened another bottle of champagne.

  He prepared a small tray of chocolate covered strawberries that he had squirreled away behind a head of lettuce. He had distracted her two days before from their grocery order so he could hide them in the crisper drawer.