Page 89 of Cruel Devil

“Getting ready to go to bed, huh?”

“I said shut it.”

“What were you watching? Can I see.”

“Go to sleep,” I grumble.

“No, seriously.” Andy rustles the sheets next to me.

I grunt in pain when she starts climbing over me to get the phone off my nightstand.

“Andy.”

“Was an orgy, wasn’t it? I saw at least four people.”

“Andy!” I try grabbing her around the waist, and she squeals like a gutted pig.

“No, stop! That tickles!”

I can’t help myself at that point.

Although I’ve developed a tolerance for weed over the years, I had a lot more than Andy. And I’d been drinking. So to say I’m more stoned than her is an understatement.

So when she says she’s ticklish? In a normal frame of mind, it would be hard to resist.

“No! Vito! Please! God, stop!” She breaks off into frantic giggles, slapping weakly at me as I burrow my fingertips into her sides. “Shit, stop! Stop!”

She’s breathless with frustrated laughter, completely unable to defend herself. I finally relent, and she flops down on me like a dead fish. She’d found her way onto her back during her struggles, her head near my shoulder, legs twisted between mine.

I’m still holding on to her belly with one hand, keeping her in place.

I can’t make myself let go.

Her breathing slows, becomes deeper. Slowly, her muscles go taut.

“Asshole,” she murmurs.

“You brought that on yourself.”

“What? How?”

I feel her breath on my face, and turn to look at her. “Looking at my phone. That’s an invasion of privacy.”

She huffs at me, and that’s all it takes to annihilate the last of my reservations.

Honestly, she only has herself to blame. Or…possibly the weed.

With a twist of my hips, I throw her off me and roll on top of her.

She’s still gasping in surprise when I brush my lips against her jaw, working my way to her mouth by touch alone.

“Vito, don’t…”

She trails off when I plant a featherlight kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her chest rises and falls under me, her breathing picking up pace. She grabs my shoulder, but instead of pushing me away, drags her fingers down my arm.

“You can leave if you want,” I murmur, my lips so close that they’re brushing her skin as I speak.

“I should,” she says, turning her head away.

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