Page 32 of The Desire

“Victoria.” The sound of Nic’s deep growl fills the room and bounces off the walls.

“Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. Maybe I’ll get a spanking when I get home.” Tori laughs at herself as she says it.

“Ughhh,” Nic groans.

“Still think letting them get smashed was a good idea?” Rem slaps Nic on his shoulder, but his eyes are almost piercing through me the way he is staring at me, making me hot all over. Down, girl, he is officially off limits to you, he is now my boss man.

“Time to go, I think you are done here.” Nic leans down to help Tori to her feet. I should get up and hug her goodbye, but I decide I like it down here more. Plus, I don’t want Rem to see how drunk I really am. I wish I could handle my alcohol better, but I just can’t. It gives me way more confidence than I have normally, but it’s the head spins that are the danger.

“You too, Elouise.” Rem holds his hand out to me.

“Nope, I’m good… comfy right here. I’ll head to bed a bit later.” Truth be known, I’ll probably just nap here and sleep it off.

Tori giggles because she knows exactly what I’m doing.

“Not happening. I’ll be back for you.” Rem looks down at me, and I can’t tell if I’m turning him on or disgusting him at how drunk I am.

He turns and walks away from me toward the front door, with Nic attempting to get Tori to follow him, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her close.

As she is stumbling with him, she looks back over her shoulder and mouths, “Sorry I made your daddy mad,” pointing toward Rem, to which I can’t help but burst out laughing. Oh yeah, he can be my hot daddy anytime.

“Love you, Lou,” she calls from the front door, only to have both Rem and Nic shushing her so they don’t wake up Blaise.

Ughhh, that reminds me I can’t be thinking about him as a sexy daddy to me when he is a real papa to Blaise.

What the hell was I thinking saying yes to this job?

Closing my eyes, I can feel myself wanting to drift off to sleep to the sound of the boys’ quiet murmurs at the door. But the sound of the solid wood door closing has them popping open wide, knowing it means he is on his way back to me.

Shit, deep breath, you can do this.

As I try to push up to a sitting position before he arrives, it already sends the room spinning around me, and my stomach feels funny and it’s not in a good way. The rolling tells me that I need to get to my bathroom sooner than later. I’m not sure I really ate tonight, and that’s coming back to bite me on the ass now.

“So, drunk El, we meet again.” He’s wearing the smuggest look all over his face as he stands in the doorway with his hands in his trouser pockets.

“Nope, we agreed, we aren’t meeting like that again, ah-ah, not happening. Bed, yep, going to bed, my bed, the fluffy one, lonely.” I slap my forehead. “I mean alone, not lonely.” Finally I manage to stand, but only with the help of the couch where I am hanging onto it like it is going to save my life. I’m leaning my body weight to the side so my leg is resting on the arm of the couch.

“Let me help you.” Rem now moves toward me, and I panic that if he touches me, I might do something stupid. I start stumbling backward to get away, but instead, I just make a total fool of myself. My feet get all caught up in each other, and the next thing I know, I’m falling and sprawled out along the couch. I hear Rem laughing with the deepest belly laugh.

“Very elegant.” Now standing over me, I can picture him just lying down on top of me and pounding me into the couch, and it would be magnificent.

“Now, don’t try to move because we both know that would be a big mistake. Let me get you up.” Before I can even say a word, his arms are under me, and he lifts me much easier than I was expecting, but of course, the movement has my stomach rolling again.

“I can walk,” I protest as we start toward the hallway that leads to the stairs.

“I beg to differ, El. I think this is a far safer option, don’t you?” That stern voice is back, like he doesn’t need me to answer because it wouldn’t matter what I said anyway. He would ignore it.

My body was rigid against his, but to be honest, after his words, I just give in and snuggle into him. Oh, he smells so good. What is it about men’s cologne? It’s like a spell being cast over you as soon as it hits your senses. Well, not every guy, but whatever it is that Rem is wearing has me wanting to lick up his neck and nibble on his ear, tangling my hand in his hair, then letting him kiss the hell out of me. Then his mouth would start sliding down my body and devouring me in all the best ways.

My eyes close as I start living my fantasy, hearing my name on his lips, and I want to let out a moan, telling him to keep going.

“El… Elouise, are you still with me?”

Shit, it’s not in my fantasy.

Trying to push my eyes open, his are staring straight back at mine with such power behind them.

“Mhmm,” is all I can manage.

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