trying to keep in place.

“Your music is just as beautiful as you are. Just as fluid…” His middle finger dipped inside my entrance. “Just as wet.” His teeth sank into my neck sending splinters of delicious pain shooting through my body.

Any Time, Any Place had become a broken song of drunken notes and off-pitch melodies that were fueled by the passion dancing between Evander and me.

“You hear how beautiful those notes sound, baby?” He asked in my ear. I nodded absently, letting the sensation of his fingers stretching me and stroking me to an orgasm fall over me like a waterfall. “Imperfect. Wild. Haunting. Just like you, Xari.”

“Oh my god,” I moaned when I felt my climax reaching its peak. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to keep my perfect posture or keep the notes flowing from my fingers.

“Show me the vulnerable side.” His fingers were magic inside of me. I was the one who knew how to play the harp but Evander knew how to make me hit notes. The way he strummed me was perfect. “Show me how you bend and break.” His hard dick pressed against my back. I wanted it inside of me. I needed it the same way I needed to feel harp strings beneath my fingers.

I needed him.

I forced myself to play while I came all over his fingers. I didn’t care anymore if the music sounded perfect or not. It was about the unbridled passion. It was about the fire.

The only thing that existed in that moment was us. Everything else was pointless. We’d become the music that kept me alive. We’d become my favorite song.

Lava hot tears streaked my cheeks as an orgasm so good and so rich raced through me, obliterating my senses. Once the shaking stopped, I let my hands fall and my shoulders drop. My bones were soggy and useless after that.

“I…I have never…” I inhaled to steady my shaky nerves. “In my life had an orgasm like that before, Evander.” I turned around and gripped his impressive cock in my hand. “Is it masochistic that I love how huge your dick is? Like, I love that my hand won’t fit around it. I want you to impale me,” I said. Evander cracked a smile then a laugh followed.

“Here I thought you were going to talk about your amazing orgasmic experience and you can’t stop focusing on my dick.”

“That experience was as close to god as I’ll ever get while I’m alive,” I told him. Every trace of humor left my voice.

“Wow…” When he stared into my eyes, I knew he felt the sincerity in my words. Words were his thing.

“Now, can I be your nasty slut?” I stood up and his eyes raked over my body. I took his red t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor so he could see my body.

“Get your bad ass over here,” he grinned. A giggle tumbled from my mouth as I locked my arms around his neck. He lifted me in the air and carried me to the steps. Well, that’s as far as we got.

He stayed true to his word and fucked me all over the house. Breakfast didn’t get made. I knew I wouldn’t hit all my practice hours either. I didn’t care as much as I normally would have though.

That moment in the formal dining room with Evander showed me that everything doesn’t have to be perfect. I knew my performance at the Philips’s wedding would be phenomenal because I knew I was an amazing harpist. I decided to cut myself some slack for once and enjoy this man who seemed to take over my world.

NINETEEN

“Okay so…I know I leave for DC this weekend and this question is short notice but…can you guys come with me?” Xari blinked those gorgeous lashes while her stare ping-ponged between me and Frankie. Of course, Frankie lit up with a smile. She knew to be cautious until I made my final decision though.

“Xari, this wedding is in a matter of days and you expect me to drop everything and go with you?”

“Not just you,” she pouted. “Frankie too.” Staring at her lips almost threw me off my train of thought. I kept picturing the sexy way she sucked my dick last night before she crept back to her room.

“Right, and I’m supposed to do what? Call Navy and have her move my entire weekend schedule?” Both Frankie and Xari were pouting now. With a sigh, I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit Navy’s name.

“Hello, Senator Freeman,” she said after the first ring. I put her on speakerphone and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

“Hey, Navy. I have a huge favor to ask.” Frankie walked over to Xari, clutching her tight in her arms. They looked like two teenagers waiting for their parents to approve a sleepover.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you dismantle my entire weekend schedule?”

“Um…you already had me do that last week, Senator Freeman. You cleared your schedule so you and Frankie can go to DC with Xari. Should I order you more brain-boosting vitamins?”

The squeal Xari and Frankie let out was ear-splitting. I stood up and walked away a few feet to tone down the deafening noise.

“No thank you, Navy. I just dropped the surprise on your sister so she’s doing what she does best.” I stared at the way she hopped up and down in an excited circle with Frankie and my entire world seemed to deconstruct so that they were the only things I saw. They were happy and that meant I was happy.

My girls…

“Being extra?” Navy guessed with a laugh.

“Lighting up the room.” I cleared my throat immediately because I didn’t mean for the truth to come barreling out. “Thanks, Navy. I’ll get back to you

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