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  "I hope you're not talking shit about me, boss." A man wearing a chef's coat clamps a hand on Xavier's shoulder.

  "Never, old friend. I was just telling Nicole wonderful things about you."

  "Nice to meet you,” he says, with warmth in his voice. “I'm Mark." He holds out his hand, and I shake it.

  "Everything has been wonderful, Mark. Thank you so much."

  "It's always a pleasure to have a lovely woman enjoy one of my meals. I do hope to see you again soon."

  "If I have my way, you definitely will," Xavier says, locking eyes with me.

  Mark pats his shoulder and leaves us to the food.

  #

  Xavier and I trade bad dating stories while the waiters clear the table of every stray dish and fork. Not a minute later, Mark comes out with four waiters trailing behind him, plates in hand. I'm confident they're going somewhere else until they stop right at our table with multiple desserts that look way too beautiful to eat. I don't think I can have more than a bite or two, but I'm definitely willing to try.

  While I'm deciding whether to start with flan or coconut cake, I notice Mark stop at another table on the way back to the kitchen. The two men at the table seem like they're having a business meeting, but they greet Mark warmly and gesture for the chef to sit, though he refuses.

  I recognize one of the men from Club Ultra. One of the V.I.P. room guys. My pulse pounds as I immediately start plotting ways to get him alone, maybe trying to talk to him if Xavier goes to the men’s room, but suddenly I realize: there's nothing I can do right now. I'm here with Xavier, on a date. For one night, I need to just let Eli go. I’m not going to stop looking for answers, but at this moment I have to take a breath and enjoy the man sitting across from me.

  "Hey." Xavier's voice is soft, and I feel his hand on my knee under the table. "You okay?"

  "Sorry." I pull my eyes back to him. "What were you saying?"

  "You look like you saw a ghost."

  "Um…yeah." I shake my head to clear it and give Xavier a smile. "Just saw someone who reminded me of my brother." The lie slips easily off my tongue. It's not really a lie.

  "Let me take your mind off of that." He kisses me deeply, slowly, erasing all the misgivings in my mind, and then reluctantly pulls away.

  "I suppose I should behave in my own restaurant."

  "Behaving is overrated," I say as my breath catches.

  A smirk forms on his lips. "Very true. And we'll explore that concept a little later. But for now I have some other…pleasures in mind."

  He puts a bite of chocolate cake on his fork. "You have to try this, Nicole. The baker here is one of the best in the world." He holds the fork out to me and locks onto my eyes again.

  I slowly lean forward and close my lips around the fork. My eyes involuntarily close as I taste the sweetness of the sugar mixed with pure dark chocolate. It's like a bite of heaven.

  When I open my eyes, Xavier is watching me. He reaches over with his thumb and runs it across my bottom lip. My body tingles from the touch. He pulls back his thumb and licks his finger. "You had some chocolate there."

  My pulse and breath are all over the place, racing then slowing then racing again. I want to climb across the table and straddle him in his chair, feeling his mouth on me as I press into him. Instead, I curse the fact that we're in public. I reach out for him and run my fingers along his forearm. My gaze is heavy with lust, and I bite my lip as I look directly at him.

  He studies me for a moment, and I notice a similar look of desire on his face. He breaks eye contact and takes a few sips of water.

  "Let's get out of here. There's something I want to show you."

  Chapter Seven

  From the second we stand up to leave the restaurant, Xavier keeps one hand touching me at all times. It's as if he's afraid that if he lets go for even one second, I'll disappear.

  We take his car instead of the Towne Car. A restored classic convertible of some kind. He tells me it's one of many cars he owns, but he thought I might like to see Miami in a convertible. I pull my hair into a bun and enjoy the breeze as we move through South Beach.

  As he drives, Xavier keeps looking over at me. His hand rests just above my knee, and he kneads the muscle like he's had massage training. I lean back and close my eyes, letting myself relax completely as the alcohol in my system combines with Xavier's touch to take away any inhibitions.

  Xavier’s hand moves up higher and then slides under the hem of my dress. I want him to keep going but instead he stops there, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. It’s more than I can stand, so I open my legs and arch my back, a clear invitation. Xavier doesn’t hesitate. He takes advantage of the easy access to stroke my pussy through the thin layer of fabric.

  I'm practically purring by the time he stops the car. I have no idea where we are, but the city is lit up across the water and a deserted beach lies in front of us. He parks and walks around to my side of the car, opening the door and lifting me out.

  He lays me on the warm hood of the car, practically spread eagle. His hands on my ankles, he pushes my legs apart and gazes between my legs. The panties I picked out tonight are hardly more than a scrap of sheer lace and elastic, so I know he’s getting a good view. I catch his eye and hear the words tumbling from my lips before I can stop myself. “You like what you see?”

  Xavier smiles. “I love looking at your pussy. And I can’t wait to taste you.”

  He grips my ankles tighter, pressing them back and to the sides so my legs are even wider apart. I feel the pull of the muscles in my inner thighs but the slight pain makes it even more exciting.

  “Pull your dress up so I can see you better.” His voice is husky and the need and longing in it makes me wet.

  “Yes, Xavier,” I say, the feel of his name on my lips turning me on even more.

  “I love when you say my name. Say it again,” he demands as he slowly pulls me down to him so my feet are flat on the hood of the car and my knees are bent.

  “Xavier.”

  He yanks me to him as he kneels on the sand in front of me. Moving my underwear to the side, exposing the wetness of my pussy to the night air, he again looks at me again.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs. I shiver.

  I am so wound up. I can’t wait for him to touch me. He comes closer to my pussy, and then begins to lightly lick my clit, teasing me. My breath catches in my throat and I gasp.

  Suddenly he rips off my underwear and plunges his tongue inside me, hot and determined.

  “Oh my God,” I pant, unable to keep myself from grinding against his mouth.

  Taking both his hands, he spreads my lips apart to get deeper into me. He licks and sucks the sides of my pussy, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking it until I can hardly stand it.

  “Harder,” I whisper. “More. Please.”

  I look up at the stars in the sky and inhale the cool beach air. Normally I have a million thoughts racing through my mind, but all I can think about right now is the man kneeling between my legs, worshipping me with his mouth as I lay spread out on the hood of his car. Anyone could see us out here. This is by far the hottest thing I have ever done.

  He moans against me and I come hard.

  ***

  As soon as I’ve caught my breath, Xavier helps me straighten my dress and pulls me up off the car. I let my feet sink into the cool sand.

  He kisses me slowly on the mouth and then turns me around so that he’s behind me. He runs his hands up my sides from mid-thigh to chest level, pushing my dress up enough that I feel a thrill as the ocean breeze hits my wet pussy. His hands move over my dress to cup my breasts and he leans in to plant kisses along my shoulders. I reach behind me, grabbing at him. I need him closer.

  “I love the way your body feels under my hands,” he whispers as continues to tease my breasts.

  My skin feels like it's on fire, and my pussy throbs with the memory of where his mouth just was. But then a boat horn sounds in the d
istance and I remember where we are. We're out in the open, exposed. And I let him do that me. And I liked it.

  I pull away from his touch and move a few steps away before I turn around. I can barely get the words out, I'm so breathless. "I need a minute."

  “Is it…too much?” he asks, concern in his voice.

  “No, it’s perfect.” I wonder if he can see me blushing in the dark.

  He takes my hand and we walk along the water, the sound of the waves soothing me. That orgasm was so intense, I need to calm down. And the way he handles me—like he can’t get enough, and yet pays attention to every moan or move I make. The attention--it’s overwhelming.

  "Where are we?" I ask. This spot is beautiful, I can’t believe we’re so close to the city and still so secluded.

  “A park. The road is hidden so it doesn't look like anything is there. The entire area surrounding it is like jungle. No one comes out here. That’s why I like it."

  "Oh yeah?” I lightly smack his chest and then run my hands down his shirt, feeling each muscle underneath as I go. "You bring all your dates out here?"

  "Not at all. This is where I come to think. When I need to be alone. I swim here sometimes. It helps me wind down."

  "Too bad we can't swim now. There's never a bathing suit handy when I need one."

  "How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need a bathing suit?"

  I scoff, and he comes over and wraps his arms around my waist.

  "Just think. You, me, moonlight. In the water. No clothes…anything could happen."

  As I look up at him, he whispers, "I dare you, Nikki."

  #

  I accept his dare by backing away slowly, pulling my dress up as I move. He follows, unbuttoning his shirt. When I pull the dress over my head, I stop for a moment and take down my hair, letting it fall to my shoulders. My eyes are locked on his the entire time, and it doesn't take but a second for him to come over quickly and pull me in to him for an intense kiss.

  We break the kiss so we can shed the rest of our clothes and walk into the ocean. The water is cooler than I expected, and it sobers me up just enough to let me think a little more clearly. I still don't have the willpower to resist Xavier, but at least I feel better in control over my hormones.

  I lean back in the water, letting my hair get wet so I can smooth it back. When I come back up, Xavier is in front of me, his eyes roaming over my exposed breasts. I splash him with water to shock him out of his stare.

  "My eyes are up here, sweetie."

  "What, I can't appreciate all of your body parts? Your eyes are nice and all, but…"

  I splash him again, harder this time.

  "Oh, you want to play it like that, huh?" He moves to splash me, and I swim away.

  We dodge each other's splashes for a couple minutes until he grabs my arm and pulls me to him. We're standing inches apart, and I can feel heat radiating off of him. I'm sure he can feel mine too. He reaches toward me and runs his fingers down the center of my chest to my stomach where he pauses for a heartbeat before leaning forward to kiss me. More gently this time at first, then building in heat.

  He pulls me to him as we give everything to the kiss. His hands move up and down my sides and then he moves to kiss my neck. His kisses move down my neck to my breasts, and he leans me back slightly. I arch my back, partly in pleasure and partly to help him have better access.

  His mouth on my nipples, just that slight bit of suction, sends little shocks that I feel between my legs. I'm reminded of how much I want him inside me, but I know the open ocean is not the best place for it.

  As if he can read my mind, Xavier picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me back onto the beach. He sets me down long enough to get a towel out of the trunk and lay it on the front seat of the car, gesturing for me to sit down sideways. He kneels in front of me, and for a moment I'm unsure of what he wants. I can’t believe he wants to do it again.

  “Nicole, I’m addicted to you. I need to have you.”

  The desire in his voice is an aphrodisiac. He gently leans me back so my head is resting on the console and hooks my legs over his shoulders, pulling me forward to where I'm barely perched on the edge of the seat, and my pussy is exposed completely.

  My body quivers in anticipation as he kisses and nibbles up the inside of my leg. When he starts tracing my opening with his fingers, my hands go to my breasts and I knead them and pinch the nipples, moving in pleasure and moving my hips hoping that his finger will slip inside me. When he does finally put two fingers in, he moves them in and out and around in delicious circles, and I grind against him wanting more. I'm so wet that his fingers slide in and out easily, and I feel his knuckles hit my lips over and over again. Just when I'm on the edge of release and my legs are shaking, he stops.

  “I need to taste you again, and again, and again.”

  But he doesn't even give me a chance to process what he is saying before I feel his hot mouth on my pussy again, and I nearly go out of my mind with lust.

  I'm panting and moaning and grinding my pussy against his amazing mouth. His tongue flicks back and forth across my clit, circles it, and then plunges back inside me. The suction of his mouth on me is almost too much, but I'm begging him not to stop. I'm crushing my breasts in my hands and pinching my nipples until they ache but it all feels so good. I'm falling over the edge into a world of nothing but pleasure and then light explodes behind my eyes and I arch my back as the orgasm rocks my entire body. In that moment, all I can feel are the nerves sending fireworks of pleasure through me, over and over and over again.

  My body is still a live wire when I sense Xavier stand and pull me to him. At first, I'm not sure I have the energy to wrap my legs around his hips, but when I feel his erection against me, rock hard and throbbing, I forget all of that and push up slightly with my pelvis as I wrap myself around him.

  When he pulls me down slowly, the tip of his cock finds its way and slides easily into my dripping wet pussy. As his cock penetrates me all the way, filling me completely, we both let out a moan. He leans me back for a better angle, and I place my hands on the edge of the car to steady myself. With some of the weight off of him, he grabs my hips and thrusts up, hard and deep, as he pulls me tightly to his chest. Our bodies meld together, and I feel him hit every spot inside me, right where I need him.

  “You were made for me.” He says as he drives into me over and over, panting and groaning as he fucks me hard. I can’t do anything but moan my pleasure. He pounds into me fast then slow then fast again, and I'm delirious with lust and animal need. I want him deeper, faster, smacking the back wall of my pussy with the tip of his cock, every inch of him filling every inch of me. I'm to the point where I can't hold off my orgasm anymore, but he senses it and stops, making me wait for it.

  “Don’t stop. Please.” I beg.

  “I won’t.”

  Without pulling out, he maneuvers us back over to the hood of the car and sits on the edge. With my feet still around him, I'm basically sitting on his lap, so I slowly thrust up and down with my pelvis, bouncing slightly. He moans and leans me back so I can change leg positions and he can thumb my clit. He's holding me up in mid-air while I push my bare feet against the hood of the car as I buck and grind against him, riding his cock like I'm in the championship race. As we pant into each other’s mouths, trading quiet moans and whispers, I let the pleasure radiate from my center and completely envelop me, my entire body electrified with Xavier’s every thrust. This is everything I’ve needed for so long, and I never want him to stop.

  When I can tell he's close to orgasm, I grip him a little tighter and lean forward to gently suck his earlobe and let out a series of soft moans. He shivers under my hands and speeds up his thrusts, reaching down to squeeze my clit as he slams into me, and the feeling is so intense.

  “You’re perfect,” he gasps. “So fucking perfect.”

  His words send me right over the edge. I can’t hold back anymore. I drag my fingernails
down his back with a groan as we explode at the same time, finally releasing all the pent up sexual tension between us in one perfect, mind-blowing moment.

  Chapter Eight

  I only get about three hours of sleep after Xavier drops me off at home, but when Hailey suggests a shopping trip the next morning, I'm all for it. I refuse to spend a day off just sleeping. Plus, I manage to hit two birds with one stone by convincing Hailey to check out the cute boutique stores near the tattoo parlor where Eli's ex-girlfriend, Ava, works. She can avoid my calls, but she can't dodge me if I'm standing right in front of her.

  What I didn't know was that Hailey's idea of shopping would come with merciless teasing and interrogation about Xavier.

  "So is what they say about older lovers really true?" Hailey elbows me in the side.

  "I don't know, Hailey. He’s not that much older. Why don't you go pounce on one yourself and let me know how it goes."

  "Oh come on! I need details! Let me live vicariously. The guy is seriously hot, Nikki. And I’m stuck in a dry spell," she pouts.

  "What about that bouncer at Ultra? He's totally into you, and not too hard on the eyes, either."

  "I don't know,” she shrugs. “I mean, he's a bouncer."

  "Hailey! That's so stuck up!"

  She laughs and shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that, girl! I'm just pretty sure that I'd only be one of a long line of women he's been 'totally into.'"

  "Well." I pause while I examine another over-priced shirt. "I guess I can't really argue with that. I know there’s someone out there for you, though."

  Hailey throws her hands up. "You've been in Miami for like a second, and you get the hot billionaire while I get the player bodybuilder." She throws a t-shirt at me. "Not fair, dude."

  We both laugh and go back to searching for something decent on the racks. I hold up a blue button down with French cuffs and alternate thumbs up and down. Hailey gives me two enthusiastic thumbs up and then dances over to a table that has piles of shorts. She picks out a pair of white ones and brings them over to me.