Page 88 of Wicked Dreams

Wrong.

By the time I’ve cleaned myself up, washed my face, and re-brushed my teeth—because,ew, cum breath—I’ve wasted a good ten minutes. And my heart rate is back to normal. The anxiety holding me hostage has loosened its grip.

It’s late, but tomorrow is Saturday. I can sleep in… and then deal with the consequences later.

I leave the light on to see the damage Caleb caused to my bed and open the door. The warm glow spills across the room, slanting over my bed, and highlighting Caleb.

He’s lying on bed.

Still.

I glare at him, but he’s not even looking at me. He’s fixed the sheets and blankets, put his boxers back into place, and is curled on his side. His eyes are closed.

There’s an empty spot next to him.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yell.

He frowns at my tone. “What areyoudoing?”

“Waiting for you to leave.”

“Huh.” He pats the space next to him. “I’ve been waiting for you to join me.”

“That’s my bed.”

“I’m in the right place, then.”

I narrow my eyes.

“No funny business,” he promises. “Come on.”

“There’s no talking you out of leaving?”

“I like some quality skin-to-skin action after sex.”

“That wasn’t sex.”

“It’s oralsex, baby.” He glances over. “You going to deny me?”

“Maybe I should.” I cross my arms. “Didn’t you once say that? The more I ask, the more you’ll deny.”

An idea takes hold.

I drop to my knees, so fast the impact travels up into my hips.

Caleb sits up slowly.

I lock my fingers together, as if to pray, and raise them. “Oh, please, Caleb. Please stay with me tonight.”

His gaze is thunderous, but I hold his eye contact.

“Get in bed, Margo.” A slow smile curls his lips. “Unless you’re still hungry. Then you can stay right there and I’ll fuck your face. Nice and slow.”

“Will you leave, then?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I just begged for the opposite…”

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