Page 87 of Dice & Dekes

The parentals finally file out, leaving their snacks behind. Knight steals a few more pastries for the road. In their absence, our home falls into a blissful state of silence.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Viktor asks from the couch.

“No. Still intense, though. I could use a nap.”

“You could cuddle me here,” he suggests.

“Mm-hmm. Or I could help you move to the bed, and we could do a bit more than that.”

Viktor grins. His hair is all over the place, and his clothes are rumpled, but somehow I still find him absurdly attractive. I’ve got it bad for this man.

“Doesn’t sound like sleep is in the cards, does it?” he teases.

“I need a little pre-nap exercise to help me drift off.” I’m on my way over to him, but there’s a knock at the door that stops me in my tracks.

Viktor sticks out his bottom lip in a pout. “We could ignore it.”

“No way. I bet one of our parents forgot something. It’ll be quick.” I lope back to the door and open it.

A scrawny ginger in a courier uniform waits on the other side. He touches the brim of his ball cap in greeting. “I’ve got some papers here from Dante Giovanetti. If you want to sign them right now, I can wait.”

I accept the packet of papers; it’s surprisingly slim, given all the emotions riding on it. I pull the tab that holds the flap down and remove the contents. Sure enough, it’s the annulment. Dante finally came through.

“One second,” I say sweetly. Then I rip the papers in half.

I make eye contact the entire time, like I’m auditioning for a mob boss biopic. A slow, deliberate tear. Another. A third. He flinches. I double down. By the time I’m done, his soul has probably left his body. Good. Dante should know better than sending some poor kid to deliver this crap.

The courier’s eyes bulge as he watches me tear the papers into smaller and smaller scraps. When they’re reduced to little more than confetti, I stuff them back into the envelope they came in and return them to the courier’s limp hands.

“If you could just take that to Dante, please, I would really appreciate it. I assume he’s paid you for the round trip?”

The courier nods. He’s eyeing me warily, as if he’s afraid he’ll meet the same fate as the annulment if he asks any questions. “No, yup, I got paid. I’m just gonna…” He hooks his thumb down the hallway and crab-walks out of my line of sight.

“Babe.” Viktor makes eye contact from where he’s standing by the door. “You’ve never looked so sexy.”

“Then up you get, and let’s take this party to the bedroom,” I suggest.

Easier said than done. I trace my fingers along his jaw, slow and reverent. I’m not just turned on—I’m tethered to him. Anchored by how much I want this to be more than just physical. I want to worship every inch of him, busted ankle and all. I want to leave no room for doubt in either of us.

Any fantasy I had about a quick, teasing jaunt up the stairs to his—our—room is quashed by the tedious climb up the stairs. I’ve taken them for granted before, but given how hard Viktor is panting by the time we reach the landing, you’d think we’d just ascended K2.

“Sorry,” he says between gasps. “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do for you. My leg…”

I’m supporting him with one arm. I pat his chest with the other. “You can lie on your back, Vik. You don’t need leg strength for me to ride your face.”

“Is that an option?” Viktor practically drags me to the bedroom. It takes both of us to get him undressed, and even with help, he flinches a few times during the process.

“You could leave some of your clothes on,” I point out.

Viktor is adamant, however. “No. We’ve rushed things before. I want to take my time with you.”

Well, that certainly does something for me. I finish working his sweatpants down over his wrapped ankle, carefully maneuvering around the brace. As the waistband clears his hips, his cock springs free, bobbing in front of my face—thick, flushed, already hard for me. I grin and lean in, giving the tip a slow, deliberate lick, just to watch his stomach clench and his fists twist in the bedding. Then I nudge him to lie back on the bed. He flops back against the mattress, watching me intently as I pull my shirt up over my head. Viktor lets out a sigh.

“You like what you see?” I turn away from him and shake my ass as I pull my sweats and panties down. This is so silly. My outfit isn’t even a little bit sexy, but I doubt that Viktor could gaze at me with any greater desire if I was wearing a lace teddy or a full-body catsuit.

He holds out a hand to me. “Come here,” he whispers.

I crawl across the mattress to him and kiss him deep and slow. Viktor’s hands fist in my hair, but without the same control and urgency as usual. Bit by bit, we arrange ourselves so that we’re both comfortable, with Viktor lying on his back in the middle of the bed and me pressed to his side.

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