Does Heather even like me, or is she pretending to be my friend for Cannon’s sake?
The only disconnect in this whole fucked-up situation is Victor’s perfect timing when he ended our relationship.
Is he involved?
How long does Cannon plan to drag this out?
Is it up to me to end this?
Before I know it, the sun is up and I’m even more angry, hurt, and confused than I was yesterday. I have so many questions, and the only person who can give me answers is Cannon, aka X.
Chapter Twenty
Cannon
Makayla is lying naked on her back in the middle of the bed, arms at her sides, knees bent, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. A black silk scarf is tied around her eyes, and her long blonde hair is draped over her slender shoulders.
Once I’ve removed and hung up my clothes, I move over to the side of bed.
“Have you been a good girl this week?”
“Yes,” she says breathily.
Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving as her fingers grip the sheets.
“Something’s different about you tonight.”
She draws in a breath through her nose. “How can you tell?”
“It’s your body language. You’re practically vibrating with so much energy.”
Her top teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. “Something happened this week.” She grins.
“Oh?”
“My boss asked me on a date. Oh my God, X, this man, ugh. He’s so perfect.” She winces. “Crap. Can I talk about this stuff with you?”
How is it this girl can make me jealous of myself?
“Makayla, it’s your fantasy. If you want to talk about boys while I paint your fingernails, then that’s what we’ll do.”
She snorts. “Let’s not get crazy,” she teases, and I picture her rolling those beautiful eyes.
“Tell me about your boss.”
“Well, after six weeks of working for his company, I finally met him on the elevator Monday morning. The way he looked at me, I swear I almost melted into a puddle at his feet. Then Wednesday, he came into the break room to talk to me. He startled me, and I almost spilled coffee on him. Anyway, long story short, he asked me for coffee, and then he asked me on a date.”
She squeezes her thighs together as she continues. “Every time he’s near me, my body hums, craving his touch. I’ve been fantasizing about him, X.”
I wrap my hand around my hard cock and squeeze to relieve the pulsing ache. “What do you fantasize about?”
“Everything. His mouth. His hands. His cock. I imagine myself on top with him buried deep inside me, filling me, possessing me to the point that it hurts so good.”
My jaw clenches as I crawl onto the bed and settle between her thighs. The tip of my cock brushes her entrance, and she lets out a little moan. “Do you want me to be him tonight?”
“Yes.”
I roll us so my back is to the mattress and she’s straddling my hips. “Tonight, I’m your boss, Makayla.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Makayla
I gently drag my nails down X’s naked chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. His skin is hot, his cock hard beneath me. Rocking my hips, I stroke him with my center, wanting to slide down his body and take him in my mouth, but the throbbing ache to have him inside me is overwhelming.
Rising to my knees, I plant one hand on his to steady myself as I reach between us and position him at my opening. Sucking in a sharp breath through my nose, I slowly sink down on X—Cannon—pulling a pleasured moan from him.
A thin sheen of sweat forms at the base of my neck. With both hands planted on his chest, I arch my back, taking him deeper with every roll of my hips. I feel one hand sliding up my thigh before grabbing onto my hip, and I gasp when his thumb circles my clit. The need to come tugs at my lower belly as my inner muscles clench and a white-hot surge of energy shoots through my core and limbs.
“Kiss me, Cannon,” I cry out as my body tightens and my toes curl. Holy fuck.
“Fuck, Makayla.” His body shifts under me, and then we’re skin to skin. His mouth is on mine, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, anchoring me in place, and then his long guttural groan vibrates against my lips as he spills inside me.
With one hand, I reach for the blindfold and shove it up to my forehead. My blue eyes meet his hooded, dark brown ones. It takes a minute for the lust-filled fog to clear and reality to set in. Eyes wide, he inhales sharply through his nose and tears his lips from mine.
I came here tonight with every intention of confronting Cannon and demanding answers. What I wasn’t expecting is a surge of emotions to come flooding to the forefront. A tear rolls down my cheek.
A look of remorse flashes in his eyes. “Ma—”
“Don’t,” I warn.
Dragging in a shuddered breath, I climb off him and roll off the bed. On shaky legs, I move to the bench at the end of the bed, snatch up my clothes, and dress quickly. Slipping my feet into my heels, I make my way toward the door.
“Makayla,” Cannon calls, and I pause with my hand on the knob. “Let me explain.”
I look over my shoulder to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you and Heather are into, but I don’t want to play anymore.”
I feel absolutely numb as I park my Jeep at the curb in front of my apartment. Moving on autopilot, I climb out of my car and make my way to the gate. I’m so caught up in my thoughts, I don’t notice the dark figure leaning against the wall.
“Hello, kitten.”
“Ahhh!” I slap a hand to my chest. “Victor, what the fuck?” I shout. “You nearly scared me half to death.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He leans
