Dessert
The first thing that Elaine did once the car drove into Xaveir’s private garage was to grab her bag of food and throw herself out of the car. Without passing a second look at Xavier, she made her way into the mansion, turning on the lights and heading toward the kitchen directly. It has been a busy day and she was famished as hell. In no time, she felt Xavier walk into the house, his footsteps fast and deliberate as he made his way toward her.
“One would think that the food is more important than I am to you.” He propped an elbow on the island table and watched as she set the food on the table. “Care to correct that, wife? You jumped out even before I could even stop the car properly.”
“It’s not my fault that the food seemed more important at the moment.”
“Offensive.”
“What? You’re not going to save my life, are you? This food will.”
She grabbed some utensils and sat on one of the island chairs, immediately digging into the food. Xavier shook his head in disbelief, waiting for her to invite him to join her. But she did nothing of such. Elaine simply stalled her mouth with meat and moaned as the delicious taste washed over her buds.
“You’re really not going to invite me?”
“Oh. I thought you were on a diet.”
He raised a brow. “Ever seen me on a diet?”
“Who knows? You might’ve decided to start. Anyway, care to join me, dear husband?”
“If you insist.”
She scoffed yet offered him utensils as he sat on the chair next to her. Like the hungry woman that she was, she stuffed up food in her mouth without even caring that they were still in their clothes and didn’t even bother to take off their shoes.
The house was filled with silence except for the sound of Elaine’s moans torn out from the taste of the meal. As the servants were gone, they had the house to themselves. Although it was strange, Elaine knew that she would adapt to it soon.
Once she had filled, she stood up from the chair and walked to the sink, turning on the tap and placing her hands under it. “I think I’m falling in love with takeout, once more.” Take-outs were her lifesaver before she got married to Xavier. She was either too busy or too tired to cook most of the time and ordering takeouts was the perfect option at that time.
“This is the last time.”
“What? How do you expect me to survive? Will I have to cook all the time?”
“You don’t think I’ll let that happen, do you? The head servant will be returning soon.”
“Oh. Didn’t you say that you got annoyed…” She jumped in shock at the suddenness of Xavier’s presence behind her. He placed his hands below hers and let the water from the soirée cascade over their palms.
Her heart skipped a thousand beats when he brought his nose to her neck and sniffed. “You smell so damn good, babe.”
Retracting his hand from the running water, he brought them to her waist and pushed her closer to him, his chest to her back. “Now that you have filled your stomach,” he whispered into her ears, his words breathy and clearly seductive. “Isn’t it time for dessert?”
“Xavier, what are you doing?”
“I want dessert or I’ll go crazy this instant.”
“There’s dessert on the table.”
“You know the one I’m speaking about.”
Slowly, he turned her around to face him and hurled her up on the table. “My personal dessert, huh? From the moment I saw you in this flimsy dress, I wanted to tear it off you and plunge myself into you until all you can’t think of is my cock. You’d want that too, right?”
“What are you doing?”
His lips trailed from her neck down to her collarbone, leaving his marks everywhere. He kissed her wherever his lips touched. “Preparing to have dessert.” He pulled the tiny strap of her dress down to her waist, revealing her breasts, the cool air of the breeze making them hard as rock immediately.
“Fuck, this dress is torture.”
He pushed his hands up her thigh, caressing her inner thigh as his lips caught her nipples, sucking on the sensitive flesh. Her hands immediately flew to his head, her fingers clutching a handful of his back hair and pushing him further into her breast. Xavier switched from both nipples and only when she was squirming hard on the table, her hold on his hair tighter as fuck did he finally release her breast from the torture and dragged his head upward.
His gaze locked on her rosy lips, inviting him in for a session but before his lips could collide with hers, Elaine placed her hand on his chest and softly pushed him off her, put on her dress properly, and climbed down from the table. She smothered her hair with her fingers and brushed past Xavier.
“Elaine,” he groaned. “You’re being a tease.”
“Well, this so-called dessert of yours is tired.” She faked a yawn. “I should go upstairs and have my beauty sleep.”
“Don’t start.” He attempted to step close to her and drag her into his arms but she knew him so well and swiftly stepped backward swiveling around and racing out of the kitchen and climbing the stairs that led to the room they shared. As she expected, Xavier simply let out a strained sigh and followed after her up the stairs.
They got to the room at the same time and he wasted no time
In hurling her into the bed, spreading her legs apart, and kneeling between her parted legs.
“Look at you running away from me like a prey. I can beg my garage that if I stick my finger into this panties of yours, I’ll find you wet for me.”
“I…I’m not.”
“Let’s check it out then.”
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