Page 88 of Diem

Rising, I grab his arm and when he wraps me up, I stagger along, unsure of who is carrying who as I say, “Where’s the car?”

“S’there,” he says pointing toward the back of the lot.

Somehow, we make our way to the vehicle but it’s a small miracle based on Diem’s weaving and my inability to do more than guide him.

“Keys,” I say, and he grumbles, “Demanding. Hot.”

Rolling my eyes, I make sure he’s buckled before backing out of the space and heading toward Ramsay’s place. Beside me, Diem proceeds to snore and with a huff, I turn on the radio and sing softly to the music until we pull up to the house.

It’s late. I’m tired and when he rouses, I clench the wheel, staring at the facade. I guess I’ll bring the SUV back tomorrow.

“You coming?” he says, poking his head inside.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist the pull that he has and acquiesce with a shit load of butterflies whooping it up in my stomach.

Diem leads me straight to his room and I stand awkwardly while he drops down to his boxers. The sight scrambles my already chaotic insides, but I suppress the need that surges through me.

Diem rubs his chest, and my mouth dries before he stumbles to me. “Turn around.”

Mute, I comply, while he unzips my dress, and the fabric falls to the floor. Turning my head, I pause when he runs the tip of his finger down my spine, shuddering at the warm caress.

“Come,” he says after exhaling heavily.

With a weird hitch in my throat, I slide into the bed while he turns out the light before lying beside me. I don’t know what I’m expecting but it’s not for him to wrap around me and proceed to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, I stare into the darkness for a while before my eyes flutter closed. I can no longer resist the urge to snuggle into his side.

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When I wake, I’m alone. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom and a quick glance back reveals the door standing open.

Stretching with a yawn, I rub my forehead warily.

Diem’s push and pull is confusing to say the least. One minute, he’s entertaining Maxie and the next he’s cuddling me in his bed.

Of course, my poor heart is confused.

With a sigh, I get out of bed. I have to face the music sometime and it might as well be now.

Since my dress is a balled-up wad on the floor, I pull on the shirt lying on the mattress, smiling when it billows around me, brushing my knees.

Inhaling Diem’s scent, I close my eyes and shudder, something woodsy and cool pervading my nostrils.

My nipples pebble under the rough caress of the fabric. Go figure.

Wandering over to the bathroom, I lean against the door frame and watch Diem soap himself up, his dark head of silky hair easy to see beyond the glass. Heat rushes down my spine, when he runs his hands over his pecs, down his washboard abs, circling his dick.

What a sight to be sure.

Since I have a sneaking suspicion, he knows I’m watching, I step around the glass barrier, made of fancy cubes that let in light but make the room hazy from either side.

Yum. His back is to me as he leans against the wall with the spray hitting his face, revealing his taut ass, and remarkably beautiful muscles. Everything about Diem screams power and this is no exception.

I have the irresistible urge to run my hands over him so badly my fingers tingle and with a good dose of shyness, I step into the stall and approach him.

If I know anything it’s that Diem likes to fuck me, but he’s as likely to cut me down with cruel words as take me.

Tentatively, I reach out and run my hand down his back, pausing when he stiffens. The awkward moment passes quickly enough, and I exhale quietly when he relaxes, continuing my exploration. Over his strong muscles I go, my lips parted at the sight, his smooth silky skin warm under my fingertips. Slowly I trail them down his sides and across the dip in his lower back, up his spine, before moving down to his pretty ass.

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