Chapter 101: Chapter 101

"Medium-cooked steaks just as sir likes it," Maya smiled at him as she opened the plate of steak for him.

They were in the dining and Maya had given the cook a day off and had made dinner for Xavier herself.

She didn't know what he was thinking and it killed her. The silence made the intimidatingly his wet hair backward and held the spoon with the other hand staring suspiciously at the meat on his plate.

He cocked his brow, "Are you trying to drug me so you can run away?" He took the wine bottle she had been fumbling with so she could avoid eye contact and swiftly opened it with the wine opener, "Because this seems suspicious as fuck."

She gave him an oblivious stare even as she ogled him in his sleeveless hoodie that showed off taut skin and muscles and hated that she was sitting down across him in the dining else she just might have an obstructed but yet a peek at his joggers hanging low. He was sex on legs literally and figuratively.

"Eyes up here, Maya," he sounded amused even as he cut his steak, and popped one of the pieces into his mouth, the eye contact as he held hers making the whole process sensual even as she watched his Adam apple Bob and for the first time she was jealous of food. She wanted him to swallow her whole like that so she won't know where she starts and he begins but yet she wanted him to give her a wide berth so she doesn't get burnt in the process.

He poured the wine into a glass and raising it in a mock toast first then he sipped.

"I'm eating this regardless of my suspicion because the Maya I know don't take the easy way out. If you did we won't be at this damn __" she found her hand reaching out to trace his bottom lips, her eyes wide in surprise at her own actions but she couldn't resist considering the way they glisten and how red and delicious they looked at the moment.

He looked taken aback even as he watched her move towards him, her steps sluggish, almost like she had all day, and a teasing smile playing on her lips even though the sane part of her remaining screamed at her, reminding her that this wasn't how the day was supposed to go. She was supposed to discuss the advertising procedure with him while they ate. Dialogue, not orgasms.

"Maya what are you__"

"Shh.." she whispered, even as she tugged on her sweatshirt and let it fall, her bra following it the next minute while she watched Xavier's eyes bulge even as she sashayed towards him, her breast now free and swaying in his face and then pushing his seat backward with him in it gazing at her stupefied, she straddled him, batting her lashes.

"You were saying?"

"Fuck Maya," his voice was a low sexy grumble even as he dipped his groin against her clothed cunt without warning.

He had a point to make even as he felt her stiffen, noticing his hardened erection.

"Feel that?" He was fully hard and strained against his joggers, his balls already swollen and heavy with need, "That is what you do to me so effortlessly even while I try to remind myself the damn promise I made to you every day,"

He crushed his mouth to hers so fast as she opened her mouth to retort, so hard she stumbled backward even though there was no space to fall into as the table acted as a brace.

He slowly thrust between their clothes, dry fucking her. His firm torso against her soft everything made both their bodies tremble.

She whimpered every time his cock hit her groin, and he inwardly cursed the thin fabric of her shorts even though he knew that he just couldn't bend her and take her right in the dining despite the restriction. Not yet, anyway.

She flicked her tongue into the roof of his mind, dragging it leisurely making his skull break into goosebumps, a sly confident smile playing on her lips, showing that she was aware of what she was doing to her.

The surprise of her confidence and boldness alone made his cock jump in appreciation. It was almost getting to the point where it would be painfully hard.

"Fuck," he bit her shoulder to suppress a frustrated scream even as one of his hands reached for one of her breasts fondling it, and the other secured both her wrist on the table. His mouth latched on her nipple, his tongue flicking and sucking on it without warning while she shook, squirming helplessly against his firm hold even as he rocked himself against her again and again till she was shaking, begging, crying.

"Xavier," she rolled her head to the side, giving him access to her neck as one of his hands ran down her ass and squeezed, the other skimming over her pussy making her eyes almost roll to the back of her head, her eyes widening as she wondered if one could die from too much pleasure, not caring that she didn't even know when he had pushed her shorts aside, letting it join the growing pile of her clothes on the floor.

She didn't care that she was now Stark naked and open to his gaze even when he was fully clothed.

She screamed in pleasure as their tongues met and danced together, his fingers fluttering over her slit, "Jesus, Maya you are soaked," he rubbed his thumb up and down along her slit.

He found her clit and flicked it up and down, almost chuckling as she convulsed in his arms, and her head fell backward, her upper body completely supported by the table.

He slipped two fingers into her pussy walls, studying her closely. She gasped at how wide he was stretching her, how good and full his fingers felt and he smirked noticing how effortlessly his fingers had slid into her tight hot cunt and there was no mistaking of how wet she was for him, how much she desired him.

He could tell just how much she had suffered too because of her stupid condition and just how desperately she craved this even though she was too stubborn to admit what they were, to see this, to pay attention to the chemistry only their bodies flushed against each other could birth.

He reached for the bucket of ice, next to the wine, grinning at how convenient it was.

"Your cunt is so warm," she sucked in a breath, watching him.

She brazenly moved her hip to create more friction between his hand and her pussy, holding onto the table, while he tried hard not to grin like the smug cocky bastard he was.