Page 40 of Zade (Den of Sin)

Zade pulls into the driveway and lets go of my hand, I feel the loss, his warmth is gone, and my chest squeezes painfully.

“Do you want to watch TV before bed?”

I nod although inside I’m screaming yes. When it comes to Zade I have no chill but I’m trying to at least pretend I do.

“I will start the laundry and then we can.”

He gets out of the truck, comes around to my side, and opens the door, “Laundry?”

I can feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment, “I made a mess in your bed. I’ll wash your sheets.”

As we walk to the door he says, “No. Leave it.”

I bite my lip to suppress the smile threatening to show how happy this little tidbit of information makes me.

He opens the door to the house, and I walk in, take my shoes off, go to the living room, and take a spot on the couch. A few minutes later Zade comes and joins me.

“What do you want to watch?” I ask as I scroll through the shows on Netflix.

“Whatever you want.”

I select the show I settle on and he chuckles,“How to Get Away With Murder?”

I glance at him with a grin, “Let's call it research.”

Zade grabs my feet and yanks my legs onto his lap, “Pay attention to your research, baby girl.”

Turning over onto my side, I do as I’m told. I watch the TV screen but I can feel his gaze on me, it heats me from the inside out as his fingers press into the heel of my one foot and my other feels him harden underneath me.

“What made you decide to go to law school?”

He continues massaging my foot, while I fight back moan after moan, “It was never really a choice. My father was a lawyer as was his father. It was expected I’d follow in their footsteps and I did. It was never really a conscious decision.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

I freeze as his fingers travel from my foot, up my leg, slowly, “No. I think you’d make an excellent attorney but I want you to choose whatever makes you happy, regardless of what it is.”

His fingers continue gently running up and down my leg leaving a firestorm burning in my core. I keep telling myself to chill the fuck out, but my heart feels like it might explode. Every touch from Zade is like heaven.

I turn my head glancing at him over my shoulder, his eyes are dark with a need I know he won’t give in to, we stare at each other, neither of us saying a word. The lust in the air is thick, we both feel it, I have no doubt.

“You should go to bed.”

Again the spell is broken. He is fighting this like it’s life or death.

“Come with me.”

He arches an eyebrow, “I can’t.”

I sit up and plead, “Just until I fall asleep, please.”

Zade clenches his jaw, “Fine. Until you fall asleep. Go get ready for bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I rise off the couch and go upstairs with a smile on my face that I’m glad he can’t see. Like a sponge, I will soak up everything he gives me. This is a small win and I’ll celebrate it. I brush my teeth and wash my face before getting undressed, pulling a black t-shirt over my head and climbing into bed. When Zade comes into my room, wearing nothing but white boxers, I moan internally. The contrast between the white fabric and his tan skin does something to me.

“Are you wearing my t-shirt?”

My cheeks heat with his perusal, “Yes.”

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