of my hand to stop myself from punching my father in my office.
“Apollo,” I called out of the open office door. He appeared in less than two seconds. “Escort this man out of my office, please. Thank you.” I smiled politely then sat behind my desk and pulled Xari down on my lap where she belonged. I pressed a kiss to her temple and watch my father silently implode.
Apollo gestured to the door and waited for Dad to walk through it. He did so with a stiff spine and robotic strides. It was taking everything in him to keep his composure. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted him out of my space so the energy could level out.
Once he was gone, I deflated a little and squeezed Xari tighter. “I’m glad you came by,” I told her. My fingers went to the nape of her neck, kneading and massaging her golden silk skin.
“I had to bring your computer,” she said with a bright smile. Her eyes were hiding something though. I cocked an eyebrow up and let a frown settle on my face. “What?” She squeaked with a shrug.
“What are you up to, Xari Lucas?”
“Why do you think I’m up to something?” She batted those long lashes at me and smiled, showing the dimples I was such a sucker for.
“Because you came here dressed like that, carrying my laptop and sounding like sugar on syrup.” I kissed a trail along the curve of her neck and she bit her ruby-red bottom lip.
“We can talk about it later.”
“Nah, we’re going to talk about it now. Go close the door and sit your pretty ass right back here.” I patted my lap and she suppressed a grin before moving to shut the office door. “Lock it.”
She looked over her shoulder at me before clicking the lock into place. “We better be fucking on your desk,” she said.
“It depends. Tell me what you did.”
“Who says I did anything, Evander? You’re so suspicious, goodness.” She pressed her hand to her chest like she was the epitome of innocence. I knew better.
“Do I need to put you on punishment?” I asked. My fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, skimming her warm thighs. I watched her back arch gracefully in response.
“Are you threatening to put me on dick restriction?”
“Uh-huh,” I licked the shell of her ear and watch goosebumps spring up like flowers in a field.
“Don’t be mean, Evander.”
“I’m not being mean.” My fingertips brushed against her panties. I grazed her piercing and she gasped a little.
“Evander.” Her tone was a warning.
“What’s up, beautiful?”
“You’re not going to withhold sex from me. I will fuck you in your sleep.
“That’s a violation,” I chuckled. My other hand found her perfect tits and I squeezed.
“You’d like it,” she countered. Her hips started rocking and my dick thickened in response to her heat and movement.
“Maybe. Now tell me what you did, Miss Lucas.” My mind raced down a path where I called her Mrs. Freeman instead of Miss Lucas. The thought of her having my last name made my chest explode with warmth.
If I tell you, will you fuck me?” Her pouty whine made my dick grow even more.
“I’ll fuck the shit out of you.”
“Okay,” she sighed and eased off my lap. Her eyes fixed on my hard dick before she continued. “I did a thing and I don’t want you to think I was invading your personal space or…”
“Spit it out, baby.”
“Okay. I kinda submitted A Heart’s Song to a literary agent.”
My eyes went round and my heart stuttered in my chest. She did what? I couldn’t even ask any questions because my brain was consumed with the bomb Xari just dropped in the middle of my office.
“God…you’re upset.” Her dark brows knitted together, a frown puckering her pretty face. I didn’t know how I felt right then. I was still letting the information sink in.
I’d never submitted my writing anywhere because I didn’t feel like it was good enough. I looked at it as a hobby that made me feel alive. I never thought I could be an author. I just thought I was someone who liked to live in made-up worlds with powerful words.
To be honest, I never thought being an author was a real possibility. I was born and bred to be in politics and that had been the only choice for me since I was little.
Now, Xari was telling me she sent my rough, unrefined words to someone. Someone in the world who