Headlines (Prime Time #3) - Ella Frank Page 0,40

the room and continued its relentless wake-up call, Xander groaned and stretched in my arms.

“It’s yours,” I grumbled as his ass nestled against my morning erection, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation before he scooted out of my arms, reaching for the still-vibrating cell.

I yawned and rolled to my back before looking to the clock to see it was five forty-five, and figured whoever was calling must have something to do with work.

The last thing I expected when he flicked on the bedside light was to hear, “Hi, Mom, how are you?”

I winced at the bright light, and when my eyes adjusted and I rolled over to face him, Xander looked down and mouthed, Sorry.

“No, no, you didn’t wake me. Just lying around in bed. You know I’m always up early.”

I eyed Xander’s lap where the sheet was doing a horrible job of concealing his hard-on, and then chuckled when he shoved me to my back.

“You just arrived? That was an early flight.” Xander paused, listened, and then nodded. “The front desk at my place is expecting you and have put two keys aside. I also had the place cleaned and aired out, since I haven’t been back there for a while.”

Xander gave me a half-smile, and I knew without him even saying it that he was thinking he’d overstayed his welcome here. But just to be clear that that was not the case, I reached for his hand, squeezed it, and whispered, “Not letting you ever go back.”

His eyes softened as I kissed his knuckles, then he went back to chatting with his mom. I settled back on the mattress, content to lie there and relax to the soothing sound of his smooth voice. Not a difficult task at all—just ask his millions of viewers each night. But when you added in the sleep-mussed hair, the easy smile curving his lips, and the pure joy lighting his eyes as he conversed with his mom, Xander was real easy to sit and watch—or lie and watch, as it was.

After a few minutes of small talk about the flight and their plans for their week in Chicago, the talk switched to Sunday and Xander’s birthday. I heard him discuss a time and if she wanted him to do anything, and when they started to argue over her response—which had clearly been no—Xander finally gave in with a sigh.

“Well, don’t go to crazy, okay? You’re supposed to be up here relaxing, not planning some extravagant get-together for me.”

There were a few more words and then Xander glanced down at me with an odd look on his face. “Tonight?”

I arched an eyebrow, and Xander smirked.

“Mhmm,” he said into the phone, then nodded. “That works. Okay, sounds good. You and Dad go settle in and get some rest. I will, promise. Love you. Bye.”

Xander ended the call and placed his phone back on the bedside table, then he scooted down under the covers and turned on his side to face me.

“Mom says hi.”

My eyes widened, and he chuckled.

“You look positively horrified. What’s bothering you more? The idea that my mother is saying hello to you, or the fact she knows you were lying in bed next to me?”

“The second one.”

Xander laughed louder.

“And that’s funny why?”

“Because you look like she’s about to walk through that door and chase you out with a broom or something.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. Your mom is kind of scary.”

“No she’s not.” Xander grinned. “She’s lovely.”

“She once threatened to tell my mom I was sneaking out at night when she caught me climbing your back fence.”

Xander bit down on his lip, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his laugh. “Well, in her defense, you were kind of a delinquent.”

“I was a seventeen-year-old boy.”

“And she was a high school teacher. Trust me, she had your number.”

“And yet here you are wondering why I’m worried she knows I’m in your bed.”

“Technically”—Xander moved under the covers until he was lying over the top of me, and then he winked—“I’m in your bed.”

“Same thing.” I grabbed his ass and arched up into him, grinding my stiff dick against his. “I hardly think I’m what she had in mind for her golden boy.”

“Maybe…maybe not.” Xander kissed his way up to my ear and whispered, “That’s why she wants us to all have dinner tonight.”

My entire body froze. He raised his head to look down at me, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’re serious right now?”

“Do I look serious?”

Yeah, he did.