Page 57 of Pucking Obsessed

Although, his methods are less sleepy cuddles and more fucking my throat until I can’t think of anything but the taste ofhis thick cock or spanking me hard enough that I walk around in a contented daze because it’s like I can feel his hands on my arse for the rest of the day.

He’s a beast.

Just how I like my men…as I’m discovering.

I’m curled around Robyn in her bed. We’re lying caught together in her violet quilt. She looks bloody gorgeous in Eden’sYOU HAD ME AT MEOWt-shirt.

I’m naked.

Why would anyone wear clothes, when they don’t need to?

I play with Robyn’s long hair, twisting it around my fingers. She smiles.

Above me, the ceiling fan spins slowly.

I love Robyn’s bedroom. It’s a special feeling, when she invites us all to tumble into her bed together in the evening.

It’s my favorite room in the mansion.

The walls are painted a soft, welcoming blue. Couches, a wardrobe, and a chest of drawers are surrounded by waves of books and abandoned chocolate wrappers.

I glance over Robyn’s shoulder at Eden, who is sitting with his back against the wooden headboard.

He’s already dressed in black leather trousers and a gray sweater. He’s also already working, typing one-handed on a laptop that’s balanced on his knee.

I frown. “Hey, it’s Sunday. Why is your bosshole overworking you? We’ve both been exploited enough. I won’t have it happen again. Your working hours are in your contract. Won’t Jude give you one day off?”

“Watch it, cucciolo,” D’Angleo says, icily. “Thisbossholeis right here. I’m the one who wrote those hours into the contract, remember? It’s Eden who insisted on working today. If you know how to get your brother to rest, then share with the room.”

I glance at Eden. “He doesn’t rest. He’s worse than me.”

D’Angelo arches his brow. “I guess we’ll have to work on that.”

Eden ignores us. He continues to focus intently on the screen.

I frown.

What’s so important?

I scan over D’Angelo. He’s only dressed in his suit trousers. I take the time to admire his gorgeous muscled chest, as he pulls on his shirt.

His clothes are neatly stacked on the heavy antique chair by the window.

Light streams into the bedroom through the floor length window, making D’Angelo’s skin glow. His black curls look even silkier.

D’Angelo catches me looking. He shoots me a cocky grin.

He picks up his tie and hangs it around his neck. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll take these off again.”

“How’s that motivation for me to stop, darlin’?” I give him a sultry, half-hooded look. I push the quilt off me, rolling onto my back. I stretch out, allowing both Robyn and D’Angelo to see the long, athletic line of my body and my cock, which is already at half-mast. I casually start to wank. “Shouldn’t you strip for me for once?”

D'Angelo’s eyes darken, as I knew they would, with outrage. “You’re going to regret that. Hands off what’s mine.”

“Mean.”

But I still stop stroking my cock.

Robyn pushes herself up to sit next to Eden, sleepily. “Can he regret it somewhere that I can watch?”

---