Chapter Twenty-Nine
Xia
Four months later, CyberCo Tech Enterprises, New Orleans...
The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding, and the moment Xia stepped into the sleek, glass-walled lobby of CyberCo Tech Enterprises, the air shifted.
It was the same electric charge she’d felt the first time she’d walked into this building—back when she was here for an interview, back when she had nothing to offer, except her limited bartender experience, a sharp tongue, and a chip on her shoulder.
Back when she’d first noticed him. Rex Oliver, the man who had saved her, broken her, and fought for her, before pushing her away.
Not this time.
Vee, Rex’s razor-sharp PA, looked up from her desk, her expression immediately tightening the second she recognized Xia.
“I want to see Mr. Oliver, please,” Xia said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her coat.
Vee’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, Ms. Foster—if memory serves?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Xia shifted her weight but kept her expression neutral, well aware that the woman knew exactly who she was.
“I’m afraid Mr. Oliver is very busy, and since you don’t have an appointment—”
Xia didn’t let her finish. She bolted. Vee squeaked, jumping up from her chair and charging after her. “Stop! You can’t just—”
“Watch me!” Xia was already at Rex’s office door.
She flung it open with enough force to slam it against the wall.
Rex was on the phone, his back to her, talking in a low and commanding voice—the one that always made her tremble.
He paused mid-sentence. His shoulders tensed before he slowly turned in his chair.
His eyes locked onto hers. The low growl sounded like heaven when he said darkly, “I’ll have to phone you back, Max.”
God, he looked good.
Not perfect—he’d lost weight, his face was leaner, his skin paler than usual, and he had the faintest shadows under his eyes. But he was alive. Recovered and here. More importantly, he was hers. She was done with his bullshit.
Vee skidded to a stop behind her, breathless. “I’m so sorry, Rex, she just—”
“I don’t care that I don’t have an appointment,” Xia said, her voice sweet as cyanide. Her gaze remained locked on Rex. “He’ll fucking see me. One way or another.”
Vee blinked.
Rex didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He just sat there, coiled in his chair like a predator savoring the scent of blood before the first bite.
His gaze dragged over her—not a glance, not a look, but a possession, slow and deliberate, as though he was peeling her apart layer by layer just to see what was hidden beneath.
Xia knew what he saw. She had prepared herself for this very moment.
The makeup wasn’t just flawless—it was a mask, sharp enough to cut, dark enough to swallow light.
Her hair wasn’t just shiny; it was a weapon, a dark river spilling down her back.
And her body—oh, her body—no longer the hollowed-out ghost of what he had seen in the hospital, but full again, soft and rounded in the right places, dangerous in the others—all wrapped in a black coat like a present.
She was a siren, a storm, a fucking omen, and she knew it.
Vee’s protests died against the door as Xia slammed it shut, the lock clicking like a gun cocking.
Look your fill, Rex Oliver. Her eyes dared him as she turned to face him. Silence wrapped around her.
Rex leaned back, his fingers tapping once against the armrest. “What are you doing here, Xia?” Not a question. A statement. A warning. She smirked and slowly unbuttoned her coat. His eyes narrowed. “I believe I told you to go to Hawaii.”
His eyes darkened as she let the coat slip from her shoulders. It slithered over her body to pool at her feet in a soft whisper of fabric.
Beneath it, she wore nothing but lace and skin—a black bra that cupped her breasts like a lover’s hands, and a matching thong that barely covered anything with stockings held up by delicate garters.
Rex’s breath hitched. His gaze raked over her, slow, hungry, and possessive. His fingers tightened on the armrests.
Xia stepped closer with her hips swinging, and her heels muted on the carpet.
“Well,” she purred, stopping just in front of his desk, “since you’re not the boss of me...” She leaned forward, planting her hands on the polished wood. His eyes dropped to her breasts that threatened to spill out of the bra. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Rex’s jaw clenched. His voice was rough and filled with a dangerous warning. “You’re playing with fire, Xia.”
Her smile was slow and wicked. “Good.” She rounded the desk, her fingers trailing along the edge as she circled him like a predator. “Because I like it hot.”
Rex swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes tracked her every move.
Xia stopped in front of him. Her thighs bumped against his knees. “But if you really want me to leave...” She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “Say the word.”
Rex groaned as his hands circled her waist, yanking her forward until she sat straddling him. She immediately pressed her body flush against his. His cock was already hard, thick, and heavy beneath the fabric of his slacks, pressing against her hot cleft.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice raw with need.
Xia smiled as she ran her fingers over his bald head before forcing it back, so he had no choice but to look at her.
“That’s the idea,” she murmured against his lips before she kissed him. Hard. Her mouth claimed his, her tongue sliding against his, tasting him, teasing him, aimed at driving him out of his mind.
Rex groaned into her mouth as his hands undid her bra before his fingers dug into her thighs, pulling her closer, deeper, like he couldn’t get enough.
Xia rocked against him, her body aching, already wet, already his... like it always had been. Rex broke the kiss, his breath coming fast as he pressed his forehead against hers.
“You’re insane,” he rasped.
Xia laughed throatily. “And yet, here we are.”
He cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheeks. His gaze burned into hers. “You have no idea how fucking much I’ve missed you.”
Xia’s heart clenched as joy filled her heart. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his. “Prove it.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. His hands slid down her body, rough and demanding, peeling off her bra, and tossing it aside. His mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around a nipple before sucking it deep, hard, and drawing a gasp from her lips that quickly turned into husky moans.
Xia arched into him, her fingers tightening around his nape, holding him to her as he worshipped her while his hands skimmed over her skin, mapping every curve, like he was memorizing her all over again.
“Rex...” she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
He groaned and, without any effort, ripped off her thong with one hand while the other slid down to her ass, lifting her just enough to free himself from his slacks. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and already leaking at the tip.
Xia didn’t wait. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking once, twice, before guiding him to her entrance.
Rex’s breath hissed out between his teeth. “Fuck, Xia...”
“Now,” she demanded, her voice rough with need. She lowered herself, watching him, reveling in the pleasure flashing over his face as she took him inch by inch. Her vision blurred as her body stretched around him, filling her all the way.
Rex groaned, his head fell back as he gripped her hips, holding her steady as she adjusted to him.
“God, you feel—” His voice broke, “So fucking good.”
Xia smiled and trailed her fingers down his chest. She began to move, canting her hips against him, slow at first, then faster, harder, her body riding him with desperate, hungry strokes.
Rex met her thrust for thrust with his hips snapping up as his cock slid deeper and deeper.
Her back arched, and her mouth opened in a soundless whimper as he repeatedly hit that perfect spot inside her.
“Fuck... Xia...” His voice was rough, strained as his control began to slip.
She leaned down, and with her lips brushing his ear, she whispered, “Come with me, my Master.”
And when he slammed into her one last time, his body tensing, his cock pulsing deep inside her, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of white-hot pleasure as her vision momentarily went black as she cried out his name when his hot ejaculate filled her for the very first time.
Rex collapsed back in his chair, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Xia crumbled against him with her heart pounding in rhythm with his. For a long moment, neither of them moved.
The air between them was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the heat that lingered long after the fire had burned itself out.
Xia’s skin was still flushed, her breath coming in slow, satisfied pulls as she traced idle patterns on Rex’s chest. Her fingers danced over the ridges of his muscles like she was memorizing the map of him.
Rex exhaled. It was a rough, uneven sound as his fingers tightened in her hair before he forced himself to lift his head. His eyes were dark and intense, still half-lost in the haze of shared pleasure. They searched hers like he was afraid she might vanish if he blinked.
“You’re,” he panted, his voice gravel and sinful, “going to be the death of me.”
Xia laughed, for the first time in many months, the sound was light and bright, tingling around them with the joy bursting inside her. She leaned down and kissed him softly, teasingly, a caress full of promises.