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Unbeknownst to her, I started talking to a lawyer about Jordan’s conservatorship. He recommended looking into my father to see what we could use against him in court and found some details that didn’t exactly add up.

Now that he’d pushed me, I planned to pursue them. “I have a plan.”

“And what plan is that?”

“I can’t discuss it yet.” I ran my hand over my jaw.

If I told her, I’d have to explain why I had spoken to a lawyer in the first place, and the topic of conservatorship was a touchy subject. It would unnecessarily sour lunch, and she was already in a foul mood over the wine.

I sought to appease her instead. “The less you know, the better this will play out. And that’s all I’m going to say about it for now.”

She frowned, mulling that over. I could tell she wanted to argue, but Jordan was, first and foremost, a pragmatist. It was something I’d always admired about her: her gracefulness in any situation. She wasn’t reactive. Behind those beautiful eyes, she was taking everything in.

A light touch on my forearm had me looking up. “Xander. Is it all right if we leave?”

“Is everything okay?”

She shook her head. “It’s just been a stressful day.”

She must also be exhausted, and no wonder. Yesterday, we followed a grueling schedule between the game, my mom’s fit, and the paparazzi. While I was used to managing the chaos, she hadn’t adjusted to this life yet.

“Of course.” It was a relief that she had finally asked me for something that I could do for her. With what I hoped was a reassuring smile, I got up to settle the bill, leaving a generous tip.

She didn’t withdraw when I held her hand lightly as we walked back to the car. The casual intimacy of the act was thrilling. I could easily envision us walking down some far-off promenade, arm in arm like any other couple.

Fuck, I wanted that, and so much more.

As soon as we were back in my house and our bedroom, Jordan changed out of her professional attire in favor of leggings and a loose T-shirt. The sight of her perfect body made my cock jump to attention, but I held back just to watch her for a little longer. She was becoming less shy by the day. I presumed Henry's aversion to exposing her body was making her feel conscious with passive-aggressive comments.

“Come here.” With a hand on her wrist, I tugged her to bed and crawled in next to her.

Jordan didn’t argue and slipped under the cover with me.

I was on top of her within seconds, planting a claiming kiss on her lips. She kissed me back, the way she always did for a heartbeat before she remembered herself. This time, though, her hand lingered on the planes of my chest. She relaxed against me, so I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Deepening the kiss and letting her know under no uncertain terms who she belonged to now.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

JORDAN

With one more breath-stealing kiss, Xander abruptly tore away from my mouth. He had never pulled away from me before.

Surprised, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“You said you were stressed out,” he answered. His dark hair fell over his forehead in a swoop, and I resisted the urge to reach up and move the strands, to feel the silky softness against my fingertips. “I’m helping you relax.”

Before I could make sense of the comment, he migrated to the southern region of my body and ripped off my leggings. My body trembled with intense pleasure when his mouth landed right on my throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck,” I turned my face to the side and bit into the pillow, unsure if there were other people in the house who could hear me. Before him, I hadn’t had anyone go down on me in years. I thought it was a pleasure that’d be lost to me forever, and now I couldn’t remember how I survived without it.

With a strong grip on the backs of my thighs, he pushed my legs toward my chest, his mouth closing over my pussy once more and hungrily sucking on my clit. He held me firmly in place until my core tightened, and I bit my bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my sex, his tongue feeling hot and heavy against my most intimate part.

He moved down to my entrance, exploring and tasting, lapping up every last drop of my arousal. His tongue delved deep inside me, fucking me with such fervor that it was almost painful. I moaned uncontrollably when his fingers joined in to rub circles on my clit. Arching my back and gripping the sheets tightly, I felt the powerful waves of pleasure crash over me as Xander devoured me like it was his favorite meal.

My body gave out, and I came with his name on my lips, wondering if I should stop fighting him altogether and accept the fate he was handing me.