"What you reading?" His deep voice interrupted my thoughts as he walked into the study and sat next to me on the couch.
"Hemingway." I said the first name that came into my head. "Ernest Hemingway. For Whom The Bell Tolls." I continued, not sure where the lies were coming from as I hid the cover of my Fifty Shades of Grey book. I didn’t need him thinking I was a nymphomaniac. I didn’t know what ideas he might get into his mind if he knew I was reading a book about BDSM. I did not need him tying me up on my father's desk and fucking me with my ass in the air as he spanked me for being a naughty girl. I didn’t need him doing that at all, though I had to admit that the thought of that happening was quite exciting. Maybe we could role play: he could be Christian Grey and I could be Ana. Only I didn’t want to do any of the hardcore stuff like being whipped. I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy being whipped. Though I wouldn’t mind being spanked with his hot sexy firm hands.
"Oh really?" His eyes looked impressed as he gazed at me and I wondered if he looked at my sister like that as well.
“Oh really what?” I said distracted by his gaze.
“Oh really, you’re reading Hemingway.” He grinned. “Which book again?”
“The Old Man and The Sea.” I said quickly and then swore under my breath. “I mean For Whom The Bell Tolls.” I blushed and looked down. That was why I wasn’t going to let him tie me up and have sex with me in the study. When I was around him, my brain went to shit. Who knew what would happen if we got really down and dirty?
“Oh what’s it about?”
“What’s what about?” I asked him blankly as I imagined him spanking me lightly and then a little harder. I wondered how into the spanking he would get. Would my ass sting from his touch or would it merely tingle.
“The book.” His eyes teased me as he sat there.
“Oh it’s about a man waiting by a church.” I said weakly. “He goes to the church every day and waits for the bell to ring.”
“He goes to wait for the bell to ring?” Xander’s lips twitched.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s a magical book and it only rings for wizards. Like Harry Potter, you know?”
“Hmm, I see.” He grinned and then grabbed the book from my hand. “Fifty Shades of Grey?” He said as he looked at the cover. “Is this a new one by Hemingway then? One I haven’t heard of before?”
“Give it back.” I snatched it back from him, my face a deep, dark red. “What are you doing in here anyway? Haven’t you bothered me enough for the day?”
“I didn’t know you’d be in here. I thought you were doing your fashion show with Alice.”
“Ha ha, fashion show indeed. We’re just trying on outfits and deciding what we both look best in.”
“If you say so.” He opened the book. “Now tell me what this book is about.”
“It’s just a romance book.” I blushed and reached over for the book. “Give it back to me.”
“I have a question.” He hands me the book, his eyes sparkling.
“What?” I snapped, embarrassed that he’d called me out.
“What’s a Christian Grey-flavored popsicle?” He asked with light eyes.
“What?” I frowned at him and then hit him on the shoulder with the book. “You’re a pervert.”
“I’m the pervert?” He grinned. “I’m not the one reading porn in the middle of the day.”
“I’m not reading porn.” I growled at him.
“I mean if you’re feeling horny, I can help you out.”
“Help me out?”
“With my miracle tongue.” He grinned and then flicked his tongue back and forth at me. I have to admit that the sight of his long pink tongue moving sensually across his mouth did turn me on. A lot. I could feel it in my panties and in the heaviness in my breasts.
“Xander.” I shook my head. “Have you no shame?”
“No.” He leaned forward and I felt his tongue in my ear. “I have no shame at all.” He whispered and then sucked on my earlobe. “Let me make you come, Liv. Let me take your panties off with my teeth and let me take you to the top of the cliff and back down with my tongue. He wants to be inside of you as much as you want him inside of you.”
“Actually.” I jumped up off of the couch and dropped the book into his lap. “I don’t care about your tongue at all. I don’t need your tongue inside of me. And I certainly don’t need to be taken up and down a cliff, thank you very much.”
“Are you sure about that?” His fingers ran across my trembling lips. “Climbing cliffs is very enjoyable.”