Page 28 of Exile and Embrace

“Who says I’m going to be a cranky asshole?”

Those full lips twitch as she smothers a smile. “If you don’t get a good night’s sleep, you will be. I don’t know what it is we need a cover story for, but people don’t lie well when they’re tired. Take the damn bed.”

“Are you going to stop giving me a massive headache?” I get off the couch. “I need to take down the rest of the cameras and then go for a shower. I’ll take the bed tonight, but this conversation is far from over.”

She rolls her eyes and starts arranging the bedding on the couch. “I’ll finish unpacking once I’m done getting the couch ready.”

I nod and take off to start rummaging through the house. I tear apart the rest of the house, digging out all the cameras I can find.

After the first sweep, I do another. I pull nearly a dozen more cameras out of their hiding places. I crush them all, the metal crunching beneath my foot.

By the time I’m done and have the house put back together, I’m exhausted. All I want is a hot shower and to sink onto the couch. Even though I told Ava that I would take the bed, I have no plan of sleeping there.

Yet, as I walk into the living room on the way to the bedroom, I find her already napping on the couch.

Her dark hair fans out on the pillow, and her dark eyelashes dust her high cheekbones.

There is no fucking way that I’m going to survive being engaged to her.

Especially not when those tiny silk shorts creep up her long legs, showcasing the curve of her ass.

Cold shower it is.

A few minutes later, the spray of water is cascading down my chest. All I can think about is the way her body felt against mine the other night.

I groan and brace one arm against the black tiles, one hand gripping my cock.

With a moan, I slide my hand up and down my hardened length. As I brush my thumb over the head, I picture her mouth wrapping around me.

Her lips would slide up and down my length, her tongue flicking over the tip.

She’d graze her teeth along the underside before soothing away the sting with her tongue.

My hand would sink into her hair, guiding her faster.

I’d press my cock to the back of her throat, watching her eyes water.

My groans fill the steamy bathroom as I grip my cock tighter.

As the memory of Ava’s moans echo through my mind, my hips rock.

I fuck my fist to the thought of her on her knees for me.

She’d wrap her small hand around my cock. Her touch would be soft as she coated me with spit.

Ava would work her hand and mouth up and down my length, teasing me closer to the edge.

I’d pull her hair harder, my hips rocking as she sucked.

Her soft moans would urge me on, encouraging me to take everything she was willing to give.

My hips would move faster as her big doe eyes would stare up at me.

She’s the kind of woman who is eager to please.

I could have her begging for more of my cock.

In the end, I would happily give it to her too.

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