Page 40 of Charming But Reckless

He had to be the end game, or I would never know pleasure again. I understood that on a visceral level.

My phone rang, disturbing the silence of our room. I bit off a curse as I reached over to answer it.

"What?" I said into the line.

"Morning sunshine," Memphis greeted. "Since you're back home, I wanted to let you know you could come join us at the office. Maybe we could get some idea about what happened to your boyfriend's boy."

Memphis snickered as I rolled my eyes.

"You won't tease him about this. It's serious.”

I would let Memphis decide what I was labeling as serious, the relationship or the case itself. In my mind it was both.

"Whatever, I won't be a dick. Just consider coming in for a little bit. I think it would do you some good. Bring Arick and Sol too. Archie already said he would love to spend time with the kid. He's got a thing for teaching people stuff.”

I mulled over the idea for a second before agreeing. "Sure, but no one's awake yet. Give us a bit."

Memphis hummed his agreement that disconnected the line. I looked at the time, noting how early it was. It shouldn't have surprised me that Memphis was already in the office. With Sinclair owning the coffee shop and having to get up early, and Memphis's chronic insomnia, the two were a perfect match. Sinclair could get up and get to work while Memphis was already elbow deep in whatever project he was assigned to.

Since taking on the Gilded Ones, he had had a constant assignment, which meant there was never a moment when he didn't find a way to work or research or dig into more detail.

I put the phone down, then rolled back over, only to find Arick's eyes on me.

"Good morning," he whispered.

My cheeks hurt with how widely I grinned. "Morning, how did you sleep?"

He stretched, raising his arms and pressing them against the headboard. The movement brought his cock against my hip. It was hard and tempting.

I remained as still as possible, otherwise, I would find myself rutting into him, making us both come. He wasn't ready for that.

"It was good," he said, after stretching his body. "I can't believe how good, actually."

"I agree. Don't usually sleep that well, but this was amazing. I think we should keep it up, you know, same position, same setup." I kept my voice light, as if it was no big deal.

He blushed at the words. Probably because he could tell that I was pushing his buttons.

Rather than take the bait, he grinned and shook his head.

I was about to ask him about his morning routine when his stomach growled. Mine was quick to follow.

Just another way we were perfectly in sync.

"I'll make breakfast. Why don't you go check on Sol?"

He didn't argue with me or hesitate. He was out of the bed in an instant.

I watched him walk away, the slight sway of his hips and the curve of his ass making me wish I had more time to rub one out. I'd have to talk myself down over a batch of pancakes, or else it would be a little too graphic for father and son.

After tossing on a shirt, I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed the basic pancake mix I had. It was the kind where you just add water, which meant I couldn't fuck it up in any way.

I had learned early on that the less ingredients I had to add into a product, the better it was. Not just for time, but for the fact that I wanted there to be no possibility of messing up.

Sol came bounding down the stairs happily, a matching set of pajamas on his little body. They had pancakes on them, and I laughed as I flipped one in the air dramatically.

"How did you know what you were having for breakfast?" I said.

He pointed to his shirt and then at the pan. "Pancakes! I love them!”

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