The Stalker Chronicles by Electa Rome Parks Page B

every chance I get.” He laughed.
    I frowned. “I hope I’m more than that to you. I don’t want to be your jump-off.”
    â€œBaby, shhh. You’re going to make me lose this nut that’s coming.”
    I looked up at him and tried my best to get out from underneath him. Michael, in turn, struggled to prevent my escape. Nothing was going to stop him from nutting.
    â€œShit, Pilar. Stop acting so crazy all the damn time. Of course I care for you, or I wouldn’t spend so much time with you. You even have a key to my home, and I don’t randomly give those out.”
    â€œYou care for me, but do you love me?”
    â€œBaby, right now all I can offer is that I care for you.”
    I pondered his response for a few seconds. “Do you think you could love me down the line?”
    Michael pinched the tip of my nose and appeared to be deep in thought. “I think so. You are so damn adorable, except for when you are asking too many damn questions.”
    I smiled.
    He smiled. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I was getting lost in your good loving,” he stated, nuzzling into my neck and sending quivers up and down my arms.
    â€œAre you seeing Linda, the entertainment reporter from work?” I asked out of the clear blue.
    He froze for a brief second. No one else would have caught it, but I did.
    â€œWell, are you?”
    â€œWhy on earth would you ask me that?”
    â€œI’ve heard rumors.” I didn’t mention that I had seen her with my own eyes entering his home on more than one occasion.
    â€œWell, there you go. Since when do you listen to office rumors? Writers love to fabricate the smallest truth.”
    â€œI hope you aren’t lying, Michael, because I couldn’t handle a lie. I have to be your one and only. That’s the only way we can be together. If I’m not, then ...”
    With that, Michael bit down on my exposed right nipple. “I hear you loud and clear. You have nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Now, can we please finish what we started before you give me blue balls?”
    â€œSure, on one condition,” I said seriously, with a straight face.
    â€œWhat’s that?” he asked curiously.
    â€œI want you to fuck me hard, because I need to feel every inch of you.”
    â€œI think I can handle that request.”
    Michael did just that; he gave all of himself. He made me feel every delicious inch; I couldn’t tell where he began and I left off, because he was so deep inside.
    Michael wrapped his hands around my neck again and squeezed, lightly at first. Then he applied more pressure. Just as my oxygen level was being cut off, I felt a tremendous orgasm coming on. Michael sensed it, too, because his eyes rolled back in his head and I could tell he was gone—to another level of ecstasy.
    He squeezed again, and I came. I came so hard, it scared me. Rivers flowed. Lightning flashed. Right before I joined Michael and saw ecstasy, I whispered, “I love you, Xavier.”
    Michael was so far gone that he didn’t hear me or perhaps didn’t even care.

Chapter 19
    Xavier
    Life had a funny way of throwing unexpected twists and turns your way and watching the pieces fall where they may.
    I definitely wasn’t expecting to receive a Facebook e-mail from Kendall. Yes, at the advice of my publicist, I had created a page. However, when she suggested we meet for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, which used to be our favorite restaurant, I certainly wasn’t going to analyze it. Like always, I didn’t think it through, simply reacted to the opportunity that presented itself.
    As I found myself pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I was slightly distracted. I had received a somewhat disturbing phone call that Bailey had been involved in a terrible accident and was in the hospital. I still had not received the full story, only that she had somehow tumbled down the stairs in her