I was never not going to get in the car, I just didn’t want him to think he could snap his fingers and I would come running to do his bidding. Xavier got his way with everyone on a daily basis. I was determined to keep him on his toes and make him work for my submission.

“Fine,” I huffed and rounded the car.

After ensuring Sophie was secured in her seat, I slid in the passenger seat, taking in a whiff of the new car smell and loving the soft feel of leather under my hands. Snapping my seatbelt on, I turned to Xavier, who was watching me with rapt attention. “We were going to dinner and then grocery shopping. Am I to assume this means you want to tag along?”

I couldn’t picture Xavier in a grocery store. It seemed far too domestic a task for him to partake in. Then again, even he needed to eat. Maybe he did his own grocery shopping. There was still a lot I didn’t know about him. It wasn’t as if he readily answered the personal questions I asked him. Instead, he found ways to distract me. Like his tongue between my legs or his cock in my mouth, both of which always led to more exciting things.

“Change in plans. I got a new entertainment system installed in the media room today. We’ll order pizza and watch a movie down there. You can go shopping tomorrow. Alone.”

Xavier’s house was massive in size. On the first floor were the open planned living area and kitchen. Off that space was a hallway that led to a full bath, the master bedroom with attached en suite, as well as a guest room and office. The second floor had three more guest rooms, each with their own bathroom and a game room. In the basement, he had it tricked out to be a bar/lounge and a media room complete with stadium seating and a screen that took up a whole wall. It was ridiculously expansive and way too much for one person. Which was something I shared with him. Repeatedly.

“Yay!” Sophie shrieked behind us. “Can we watch Cinderella?”

I laughed at the look of aversion on Xavier’s face before he hid it. He looked over the seat and said, “Maybe next time, bug.”

The use of her new nickname softened the blow and instead of melting down like I thought she would, she smiled serenely instead. If that was all it took to keep her from a tantrum, I was going to have to employ this technique from now on.

The car ride to his house was uneventful as Sophie proceeded to tell Xavier about her day at school, something I had already heard when I’d picked her up earlier that day.

Xavier pulled into his large garage that I had yet to see inside since until that point I had always driven my own car there. I alighted from the car and looked around in awe at the line of cars there. Next to the new Lexus was the Aston Martin, along with a Porsche. Guess he wasn’t lying about having more than one car.

“I thought you said you had four other cars?”

“I do. They’re in the other garage around the side along with my ATV and jet ski.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, overwhelmed by just how much money he seemed to have.

Xavier led us into the kitchen and Sophie bolted for the television in the living room while he proceeded to dig through a drawer for some menus. He tossed one on the counter in front of me before fitting his front to my back.

“Order whatever you want. Just no anchovies and no pineapple.”

“Okay,” I breathed when his hands swept the hair off my left shoulder and over to the right one. My body tensed as I waited for his reaction to the surprise I had yet to tell him about.

It had been a spur of the moment decision that I’d thought made perfect sense. Until that moment, I hadn’t considered the possibility that he wouldn’t like it.

“What’s this?” he asked in that scary calm voice he sometimes used.

“A tattoo?” I asked, knowing full well that was exactly what it was.

“I got that,” he said dryly. “When did you get it done?”

“Two days ago.”

“And I’m just seeing it now?” he said with a little more edge to it.

“Yes?” Was he mad about the tattoo itself or the fact that I didn’t tell him about it? I couldn’t be sure.

“Why this?” His finger lightly traced the X and O script behind my left ear, making me shiver.

My body relaxed at his softer tone, and I leaned into his chest. “X and O means hugs and kisses,” I informed him cheekily. That wasn’t the reason for my choice, but that didn’t mean I was giving him the truth all that easily.

“You want X’s and O’s?” he asked teasingly, his lips pressing soft kisses around the tattoo.

“I only want your X’s and O’s,” I told him truthfully.

“Good, ‘cause I got a big one right here for you.” He pressed his groin into my butt and my eyes closed as need rushed through me.

“My daughter is in the next room,” I reminded him.

He hummed against my neck but continued his sensual assault on my neck.

If I didn’t take control of the situation, it had the potential of getting messy. I didn’t think my four-year-old needed to learn about sex this early in life.

With great effort, I turned around in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck.

“You do know that XO is you, right?”

His eyes flared and his head descended to give me a fierce, close-mouthed kiss.

“I’ll show you later exactly what I think of you inking me on that sweet little body of yours.”

Well alright, then. Crisis averted. He liked it.

“Tell me how you want it.” His words were muffled against my inner thigh as his tongue trailed across the skin there.

“Don’t care,” I gasped when his tongue finally completed its trek to where I had been silently pleading for it to go. It swirled around my bundle of nerves, just a light teasing touch that had me practically coming out of my skin and begging for more.

To say Xavier was thrilled with my choice in tattoo was a serious understatement. He had just spent the last hour slowly building the burn inside me. So slowly it was excruciatingly so.

“You want to come on my tongue?” Said appendage took another sweep through my wetness before circling around my clit.

I mumbled unintelligably and gripped the sheets to keep from grabbing his head and forcing it where I wanted, something I had learned a while ago only made him stop what he was doing and torture me in other ways.

“Or do you want to come on my cock?” His head moved up to rest on my belly as his hands ran up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing deliciously back and forth across them. Another sweet torture that had me squirming underneath him.

I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my body to where his head rested, his eyes focused on what his fingers were doing. When he sensed my gaze, his eyes moved to mine. They were lazy with desire and practically singed me with their heat.

“What do you want?” He repeated his earlier question, and I knew right then and there exactly what I wanted.

“Your cock.” I gasped when his fingers rolled both my nipples at the same time. “I want to look in your eyes when I come.”

Xavier needed no further direction. Within seconds, I found myself on his lap with my legs wrapped around his back and his cock impaling me.

God. God. God. This was what I needed. What I longed for. To be full of him. To be connected to him in the most intimate way possible.

My forehead rested against his. Our eyes held and our breaths mingled as we made love languorously as if we had all the time in the world.

This just moved up to my favorite position. Hands down.

“Honey,” I sighed when he slowly retreated and then filled me again.

“I hope I don’t fall in love with you,” he whispered as he moved deep inside me, his hands cradling my face, his eyes boring into my soul.

“I hope you don't either,” I whispered back. The unspoken awareness that we both already had lingered in the air between us. Even if he wasn’t ready to admit it yet, I knew in my heart he was experiencing the same emotions I was. They were too strong for him not to.