If Xanxus ever gets hold of those critics, they'll be singing a different songs. They'll praise those lovely strong shoulders. Shoulders that carry their band upon them as their front. He just hopes that by keeping that promise he made to her he's taken some of that burden off her.

Though right now, the only pressure he wants to put on her is the pressure of his hips against hers. His body tight to hers. It's too bad she wants to keep hearing those purred words in his native Italian. He'll start breaking those words with teasing kisses to whatever flesh he can reach. He told her he was good with his tongue. He wants to prove that.

Xanxus grinds against her a little more and starts to shift her up the wall. He won't mind if she ends up with legs around his shoulders.