Page 55 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“I was, but then I got bored and curious.”

I smirked. “Well, feel free to poke about.”

“Saros,” someone called out.

“Duty calls, I’ll see you later.”

I watched as he went off to see if he could help Martha with anything, then I went to deal with my people.

I madeit up to my room around ten in the evening. I was exhausted and if I were being honest, looking forward to an Em in my bed.

I opened the door and smiled when I saw he was sitting on the couch, the light beside him giving off a warm glow, a book in his hand.

“I thought you’d be in bed.”

He closed the book and placed it beside him. “I would have been, but I didn’t know which side of the bed you liked to sleep on.”

“While thoughtful, it wouldn’t matter. I tend to sleep in the middle.”

“Oh.” He snickered. “That actually makes sense. I mean why do people choose a side if they’re alone?”

“No idea.” I slipped off my suit jacket and tossed it over the footrest.

“Well, then which side would you prefer?”

I really didn’t care, but it was obvious that Em wanted me to choose. “Left is fine.”

I moved into the bathroom to quickly shower off the day. By the time I returned to the bedroom, Em was in bed and deeply enthralled with whatever book he was reading. I cocked my head to the side to read the title.

“Where’d you find that?”

He jumped, obviously having not heard me approach. “You scared me…um, your sister gave it to me. It’s a romance.”

I quirked a brow. “If my sister gave it to you, I know exactly the kind of romance it is.”

He chuckled and rested it on his lap. “Smut can be great literature.”

“Is that right?” I pulled the covers back and slipped into bed. I had boxers and a T-shirt on. Normally, I slept naked, but I didn’t want to make Em feel uncomfortable.

“Sure. There are only so many ways you can write sex, and honestly, there aren’t a lot of words for cock.”

I laughed. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ve seen some creative ones.”

He turned on his side and faced me. “Enlighten me.”

“Well.” I matched his pose. “There are the usual: cock, dick, penis—though penis should really only ever be used in a professional way.”

He snorted. “I agree. What others?”

“You get the occasional shaft, rod, pole, sausage.”

Em’s laughter was shaking the bed, and I loved his happiness. “Oh, God, stop.” His hands pressed his stomach. “It hurts.”

“Ding dong, schlong, wiener, johnson, willy, pecker—” Em’s hand came up and covered my mouth.

“No more. I can’t breathe.”

I let him have his way for a second; then I started licking his palm.

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