Page 73 of Sweet Animosity

My lips twisted in a smirk, as I tilted my head. “Then never mind. I’d rather the sugar harden, permanently sticking me to this stupid floor.”

He chuckled. “God, you’re fucking fun.”

“That wasn’t meant to be funny.”

He kissed the tip of my nose again. “And that’s what makes you so adorably fun.”

“Seriously, let me up. I have… ice cream melting in some very unfortunate places.”

With a shift of his hips, he slowly pulled out.

That empty feeling returned. As if I were suddenly disconnected from something vital to my existence. I shook off the feeling. Obviously, I was still residually high and thinking nonsense.

He rose and stretched his arm down to me.

Ignoring the gesture, I attempted to get up myself. After slipping on chocolate sauce several times, I finally gave up with a huff and took his hand.

The moment I was on my feet, he swept me into his arms.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the shower.”

He carried me into a very masculine bathroom with exposed brick, dark wood, and recessed lighting. The shower took up the far wall and was nothing more than a sheet of glass in front of the brick wall with brushed nickel fixtures.

Placing me on my feet, he turned the nearest lever. Hot water shot from over ten showerheads at varying heights and intensity.

Right before I stepped into the stream, I turned to see him removing his torn jeans. “Wait. There must be another bathroom in this enormous place.”

He kicked the jeans aside, facing me in all his naked, godlike glory, his cock already semi-hard again. “Sure are. Two more.”

I stretched my arms between the glass and brick wall, barring his entrance. “Then can’t you go wash off in one of them?”

He wrapped his arm around my middle and lifted me off the tiled floor.

“Hey!”

He carried me two steps deeper into the shower under the steaming stream of water.

I gasped as the wonderfully hot water hit my skin. Forgetting about not wanting him in there with me, I luxuriated in the massage effect of all the different showerheads from above and along my sides.

I didn’t even need to use soap. All the sticky ice cream was already pummeled off my body from the powerful stream.

After a sigh of pleasure, I opened my eyes to find Var gazing intently at me.

I swiped the water from my eyes as I backed up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He stepped forward until he had me pinned against the smooth red brick wall that was slick with water. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the forger?”

“What are you going to do now that you know?”

“Answer my question.”

I pushed my chin out as I studied his features, searching for the answer in his eyes. “Answer mine first.”

His jaw clenched. “Do you have any idea how much fucking trouble you’ve caused?”

My body jerked as I tried to move past him to leave the shower.

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