“You what?” I asked in her ear.
“I wanted to get to know you more, I guess.”
“That’s fair,” I told her before kissing her neck.
“What you’re doing right now isn’t fair, Evander. You know I’m addicted to coming.”
“You’re addicted to the way I make you come. There’s a difference. I can already tell by the way you scream when my dick is drilling into you that you’ve never fucked anyone like me before.” She trapped a moan between her lips while I worked her clit with the heel of my hand. I let her determine how much pressure I put on her pussy. I worked in circles but she was fucking my hand on her own.
She shook her head vehemently but her lips parted and her chest moved up and down faster and faster. “You’re lying again, Miss Lucas. You’re about to come all over yourself, aren’t you?” My free hand squeezed and rolled her nipples while my lips worked up and down the gentle curve of her neck.
“Yes,” she whined, finally giving in. It was such a beautiful sight. My chest tightened watching it. “Oh my god, Evander.” She was so fucking hot between her legs. I knew she was soaked. The fabric dampened against my hand as confirmation. I wanted to lay her down, open her legs, and lick away all the sticky sweetness kissing her thighs. I wanted to see that piercing gleaming at me. I wanted to have her fragrance all over my face, lingering in my nose.
“You look so beautiful when you come, Xari.” I stopped moving my hand and watched while she surrendered, rolling her full lips between her teeth to stifle the noises ready to fall from her mouth.
She rested against me while she drowned in her orgasm, and her pussy flooded her cute little pajamas. She’d have to peel them off. Good. I liked her better naked anyway.
“Come see me in the den when Frankie goes to bed, okay?” I turned her to face me. Her cheeks were pinched-pink, and her lips were swollen from tucking them between her teeth.
“Okay, I need to talk to you anyway.” I loved the way her voice still held on to wisps of her climax. It hid in her vowels and shallow breaths.
“We can talk.” I nodded my head then tipped her chin up and kissed her lips. Xari’s eyes fluttered shut and mine did too. Anything to stretch time so I could spend another second tasting her. Her hand slid down to my hard dick and she gripped it like she wanted to climb on top of it.
“I need this,” she said.
“I know you do. I need to give it to you.” She reached up and kissed me, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth and scraping her nails along the back of my neck. Her passion made me want to pin her down and fuck her. “Fuck, Xari. You’re so much trouble.” I gripped her ass in my hand and she giggled, stroking my cock through my pants.
Above our heads, I heard the shuffle of feet. I pulled away from the addictive goddess standing in front of me. Frankie seeing me grab Xari’s ass with a hard dick wasn’t an image or situation I wanted to deal with. So I sat my ass on the couch and put a pillow in my lap.
“Oh, Daddy, did Xari tell you she went viral?” Frankie bounced into the room and sat beside me on the couch because…of course that’s what she’d do when I had a raging hard-on.
“Viral?” I said lifting my brows. “How so?”
“Damon Philips shared her harp video. Damon. Philips.” She made sure to emphasize with her hands and stare directly into my cornea.
“And when were you going to tell me about this, Miss Lucas?” I quizzed, aiming a gaze at her.
“I was going to tell you. Remember I said I needed to talk to you?” She smiled and showed off those damn dimples. My heart stuttered.
“Well, we like to celebrate wins around here. Frankie why don’t you tell Xari what we do when we hit our goals or have something unexpectedly good happen?”
“We pick a movie and go see it at like midnight. Then we go to IHOP. It’s so much fun.”
“I get to pick the movie?” Xari asked, placing a hand on her chest.
“Yup,” Frankie nodded eagerly.
“Think about it and let me know, Xari. My treat.” I tried not to look at her body in those curve-hugging pajamas. It was calling me though. “Frankie, go get your things ready for school in the morning.”
“Can I stay up ‘til twelve? I’m not tired.”
“No. You need to get some rest and so do I.”
“You’re going to stay up all night writing, Dad. I have something I wanna watch on YouTube and…”
“Frankie. It’s time to wind down. You know the routine. This isn’t new. We go through it every night.”
“At Mom’s, I could stay up…” I shut my eyes against her words and blew out a slow breath to compose myself. I didn’t give a fuck what she did at Alexis’s house. She knew that. My house meant my rules. I needed to get my ex-wife on the same parenting page with me so it wouldn’t be an uphill battle dealing with Frankie.
“Hey, come on, Frank. We’ll stuff your emergency kit full of shit.”
“Language, Miss Lucas,” I snapped. I wasn’t even mad at her. I was irritated with Frankie for trying to use her mother’s rules as a reason to negotiate mine.
“Right. Sorry, Senator Freeman,” she huffed before going upstairs. When I heard Frankie’s bedroom door close, a little harder than necessary, I picked up my
