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“Thank you. Thank Elaina too.”

“We’re family, Hudson. Thanks aren’t needed.”

“I appreciate it more than you know.” I wipe my cheek as a tear slides down. “I’ll keep you updated on things.”

“You better. Be careful, huh?”

“I will. Promise.”

After ending the call, I lean back on the couch, and Otto stops running in circles to jump up on my lap. It’s nice hefeels comfortable with me. My eyelids fall, weighed down by exhaustion, but I fight the urge to sleep until I feel a flutter over my face and give in to it, letting my eyes close and my brain slip away for just a little while.

Visions of Aster’s face fill my head, and I wonder what a smile would look like on his lips, and how his laughter sounds. If he kissed me, would I like it? What if he touched me? No one has since the drama started. It would be so nice to be intimate with someone again. Especially a man who looks like Aster.

As I sink further into sleep, my mind conjures images of Aster hovering above me, entering me, rocking inside of me as he slowly unravels my defenses. He gazes down at me with acceptance and awe, whispering words of praise.

You feel so good.

I love fucking you.

I want to do this forever.

Even in my half-conscious state, I feel my cock swell and my stomach flip with desire and need.

“Aster,” I whisper. My hand moves down my body to rub my growing erection, whether it’s real or imagined is unclear, but it feels good. So good.

Touch yourself for me.

I stroke myself through my jeans, preening from his attention on me. It’s as if I can feel his cock stretching me open, throbbing deep inside me, stroking my prostate with every thrust.

“Aster.” His name slips from my lips again.

You look so good. So hot.

I whimper, desperate to come, but it’s suddenly over, the haze of lust dissipating as my mind goes blank and sleep finally drags me completely under.

Chapter 16

Aster

Farnsworth extends his hand to help me stand. “What can I help you with, Mr. Charboneau?”

“I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do now that I’ve made contact with the Horror.” I brush my jeans off. “He’s… dangerous.”

“Of course he’s dangerous. That’s why we exist.”

“Right. I mean, are there some tools I should use or something?”

Farnsworth has the nerve to look annoyed with me. “You didn’t read your dossier?”

“I did. That’s how I found Hudson.”

He purses his lips, but relaxes when Abigail appears behind him, wrapping her arms around his legs and peeking out at me. I wave at her and she giggles.

“The whole thing,” Farnsworth continues. “Page three.” He snaps and the folder appears in his hands. He hands it to me. “Go on.”

I take it, flipping it open and realizing page three was on the back of another sheet. “Sorry.”

“Quite alright. It’s your first time.”

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