Page 18 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Lorcan? Where are you?”

He was passed out on the bed, flat on his back with half his body hanging off the mattress. I tapped his shoulder, then shook it, but he was unresponsive. Panic seized my lungs. What if my extra condition to our bet got him hospitalized? Then we’d never get a chance to have our mind-blowing sex—and I’d feel terrible sending such a handsome man to the hospital, of course.

I tried to check his pulse, but I was never very good at that. I moved on to press my cheek against the tip of his nose to catch his breath. Warm puffs of air heated my cool skin. Thank goodness. However, I still had to move him to make sure he didn’t choke in his sleep.

Turns out that moving a tall and buff hunk was much harder than I thought. It took a lot of huffing and puffing to successfully put the sexy deadweight on his side. And I still needed to tackle the next challenge: getting him out of his slim-fitted suit. All I had to do was take off his jacket, slide down his pants, unbutton his shirt, and throw away his shoes. Easy.

I nearly fainted by the time I was done.

All of the discipline I’d accumulated in law school was barely enough to keep me from crashing right onto that soft mattress from sheer exhaustion. But admiring that ridiculously toned body was more than a fair reward for my hard work. My eyes fleeted over his huge, outlined package underneath the black boxers. We could have already fucked. He could have fulfilled all my fantasies tonight. If only we hadn’t drunk so much…

Maybe I could wait around for a while—just to make sure he would be okay. Nothing else.

Scavenging through the hall closet, I found some extra duvets and pillows and brought them over to the couch. With his seven-foot TV muted, I flipped through the channels to find something to watch until Lorcan woke up from his drunk-comatose phase.

Before I could select anything, I joined the pass-out club.

I woke up hours later to the sound of soft pattering on the carpet. Opening one eye, I saw Lorcan going to the bathroom. On his way back, he stopped by the couch.

My heart began to beat wildly as the consequences of my drunken decisions rolled in like a landslide. Even if we’d had a good time tonight, I was the one who'd chosen to crash in a stranger's room. Anything could happen. Anything could go wrong—

But Lorcan simply kissed my forehead and pulled the snuggly comforter to cover my shoulders.

Crap. He is a nice guy.

I waited in the darkness for a few minutes. When snores drifted out of his bedroom once more, I tiptoed around and gathered my stuff. Sure, I’d feel a tiny bit of guilt when this pump-and-dump scheme ran its course. But I wasn’t the kind of gal to let regrets weigh me down.

However, I placed a note on the bedside table just before I slipped out into the early morning.

Hey, stud, I had fun tonight.

See you in a few hours.

X

7

GETTING BUSY

Any guilty whispers that had settled in my mind last night were dissolved with the morning sunshine. Sure, Lorcan had given me undivided attention last night, and he had surprised me with his tender moments. But there was no denying his bad boy rep. That man was dipped in it head to toe. Shagging him and leaving was fair play.

Just as I reached for the eyelash curler to start my makeup routine, my phone buzzed with an incoming video call.

“Hello?”

"The fuck was that kiss in the lobby last night?"

Subtlety had never been Dom’s strength.

"The fuck should I know? I was kissing him to satisfy my curiosity."

"And?"

I steadied my hand to get a firm grip on my lashes. "One minute longer and I would have come from just his tongue in my mouth. That's the fucking truth."

"Was he that good?"

"Hands down, the best kiss I've ever had."

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