Page 52 of Descent

“I don’t know. Things have changed. We’ve spent some time together, gotten to know each other. He’s good to me now.”

She’s silent for several seconds before she speaks.

“Just be careful, sweetheart. The Putnam men are…complicated.”

I do my best to hold back my derisive snort. Yeah, no shit.

We stay on the phone for a little longer, catching up and promising to talk soon when Wesley walks in, installing a camera in the corner of the living room. His large arms reach above his head, the drill in one hand and camera in the other as he secures it. I can’t help but admire the way the muscles of his shoulders bunch up, flexing beneath his grey t-shirt.

My eyes roam down the smooth surface, the shirt hugging him like a second skin as it wraps around his tapered waistline before stopping where his jeans pick up. His ass is full and round, not in an over-the-top way, but in a way that he should definitely be getting some endorsement deals because, my god, that is a biteable ass.

He must feel my eyes on him, or maybe I said that out loud because he turns around, eyes locking onto mine before smirking. Clearly caught ogling, I watch as his eyes begin roaming over me from head to toe before settling back on my face. Wesley shakes his head, looking back to the wall in a way that has me curious.

I stand to my feet as I cock my head to the side.

“What?”

He doesn’t turn around, just shakes his head.

“Nothing.”

Furrowing my brows, I cross the room coming to stand beside him. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop me from forcing him to make eye contact with me.

“Tell me.”

He blows out a short breath before looking down at me. His blue eyes are sharp, more intense than usual, for sure. I watch as his shoulders square off, like he’s standing a little taller.

“I was thinking that you shouldn’t look at me like that.”

A pang of embarrassment runs through me as I shake my head.

“I wasn’t looking at you like anything.”

He raises a disbelieving eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.

“I wasn’t!” I defend.

Wesley just continues to stare at me before shaking his head.

“Whatever you say, little one.”

He gets back to what he was doing, and for some reason, my mouth moves before my brain can tell it to shut the hell up.

“Why? For argument’s sake, why shouldn’t I be looking at you?”

“You can look at me,” Wesley answers, before his eyes drop down to mine. He takes a half a step closer, until our chests brush against each other as he angles his head down to me.

“But if I catch you looking at me like you want to know what I taste like again, I will satisfy that curiosity without an ounce of hesitation.”

His bold words take me surprise, but then again, so do my own when I reply.

“How?”

A sexy smirk lifts his mouth as his thumb reaches up, running over my lips. He does it slowly but with enough pressure that he’s able to pull my lower lip down.

“By stuffing this pretty little mouth with my cock,” he says simply, releasing my lip with his final word.

My eyes widen as all the air in the room is suddenly sucked straight out. I can’t breathe, or maybe I’m breathing too much. The tension is so fucking thick I’m practically suffocating, but fuck me, I can’t find it in me to move from my spot.

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