When he led me past his receptionist, she let out a frightened squeak and almost fell off her chair. He barely paid any attention to her, except for the irritated frown he sent her way. “You make some interesting hiring choices.”
“You’re a choice. Her? Not so much,” he chuckled. “Her grandmother talked me into it. Now I’m stuck with Jessa, who’s received no training at all, while Margaret recovers from surgery.”
Based on what Evie had shared with me about Gray Security, I expected the owner to be a hardass. But knowing Xander had a soft side just made him even more attractive. Damn it, why did it have to be him behind that damn door?
“Where are you taking me?” I asked grumpily.
“Here,” he replied as he led me into a large room that had been set up as a gym, shutting the door behind us and locking it.
“I’m not dressed for sparring.” I gestured down at the pantsuit and stiletto heels I’d chosen to wear for my interview.
“Neither am I,” he pointed out as he kicked off his shoes and jerked his suit jacket off.
I copied his actions, but I paused when I looked up and found him bare-chested. His nipple rings glinted in the overhead lighting and his tattoos rippled with every movement of his muscles. “This isn’t naked wrestling.”
He slid his belt out of his pant loops and tossed it onto the floor in the corner where the rest of his clothes were piled. “Remind me to suggest that sometime in the future. Sounds like fun.”
“Xander,” I growled.
“I only took off the stuff that restricted my movements. I’ll leave my pants on.” His gaze slid over my body. “For now.”
“Cocky bastard,” I muttered as I walked over to the center of the mat.
“Ready?” he asked as he joined me, dropping into a fighting stance.
Moving my arms into position and bending my legs, I motioned him forward with a wave of my fingers. As he stepped towards me, I forced myself to view him as an opponent while I went into combat mode. I held my position, waiting for him to strike first, kicking out at his left leg as I side-stepped his first punch. Swiveling on the balls of my feet, I quickly turned and aimed a hit at his kidney, but he was ready for me and blocked it. He followed it up with a quick jab to my stomach, and air burst past my lips involuntarily. Then he moved in close, tossing me onto the mat hard. As quickly as I could, I flipped up and back onto my feet.
From what I’d seen so far, he was as incredible as he claimed to be and he wasn’t holding much back. It was an odd time for it, but knowing he was giving it everything he had made me grin even as I kicked up at his middle, bending low right after I connected to attempt a sweep of his legs. He anticipated my move, sending me to the ground again using my momentum against me.
Scrambling up, I ripped my blouse over my head. It was restricting my movements, just like his shirt would have, and it also gave me a slight advantage for that brief moment when he couldn’t resist staring at my breasts wrapped in the lacy pink bra I’d picked out while thinking of him. It was all the time I needed to jump in the air, landing a flying kick with both legs to his chest. I followed him down to the mat, intending to land on top of him with my arm against his throat. I must have given it away somehow, because he quickly rolled me underneath him and pinned me to the mat with both arms above my head and my legs held down by his powerful thighs.
“Concede,” he breathed into my ear as I struggled beneath him.
“You’re good.” It was all I was willing to give at the moment, even though he’d won fair and square. A small part of me couldn’t help but wonder if I’d fought as hard as I could, or if I’d held back because I really did want to work for him, even if it complicated things.
“I’ll show you just how fucking good I am.”
We went from fight to fuck mode in a blink of an eye. He tore my pants down my legs while I ripped the zipper down on his to free his cock from its constraints. His fingers slid up my thigh, going straight for my pussy and he groaned when he found how wet I was. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I gave him a couple of quick strokes. “I want you inside me. Now.”
His eyes darkened with need, and he slammed his mouth down on me to claim it in a brutal kiss. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock nudged my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he drove deep inside me. My head fell back against the mat, and he shifted forward, his mouth following mine. Refusing to end the kiss while he hammered in and out of my body. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and stroked mine, holding my head steady with a hand gripped tightly in my hair.