Page 1 of Unmoored

Prologue

EDEN

“I need you, baby.”

George squirms under the covers, groping his way over to me. I’d roll my eyes at him, but I don’t even want to bother opening them. I’m barely awake—andnotin the mood for my boyfriend’s shit.

“Mmhmm,” I grunt, turning onto my front and shoving both arms under my pillow. “You could’ve fooled me.”

I’m almost at the end of my tether. Last night, I made dinner and opened a bottle of wine for us to share. Then I drank it all while waiting for him to come home from his night out with his buddies—again. The last thing I remember is watching some terrible nineties movie and mindlessly scrolling eBay. I guess we’ll see if any tacky vintage lamps show up in the mail.

But it’s not just George’s late nights. It’s the way he expects me to be home from my art studio to wait on him hand and foot if hedoesshow up.

“Ohhh,” George groans like he’s already inside me. He swings his leg over my thighs and straddles me, bracing a forearm by my head to lean down. “I’ve been waiting all night for you. Feel how much I need you?”

Pretty hard to miss the hard line of his cock between my ass cheeks. A half-hearted tingle runs down my spine and I sigh, closing my eyes as George rocks his body against mine.

At least I don’t have to do anything.

“It’s good—coming home to you,” George pants. He licks my shoulder and my neck with more enthusiasm than skill, but my body is starting to react. Despite my grumpiness, itdoesfeel kind of nice to squeeze my thighs around George’s hard cock.

“Love you too,” I grumble under my breath.

George misses the annoyance. He just groans softly as he rocks into me, the tip of his cock waking all those sensitive nerve endings… and then he licks my ear.

Ihatethe wet feeling, and he knows it. It’s wet, warm, and completely unsexy. Just like that, my boner wilts.

“George!” I groan into the pillow, crinkling my nose. I turn my head to the side, trying to rub the pillow against my ear.

“Yeah,” George moans.

Of course he’s taking it as encouragement. Dumbass.

I crack my eyes open to shoot him an annoyed glare, but his eyes are still closed. He grabs me tighter than ever, his nails digging into my hips.

At least this part feels good. I like the slide of his hard shaft against my hole, between my sensitive thighs. If I get a hand under myself, I can get off at the same time?—

“Yeah, baby. Take it! I’m gonna cum all over you!”

Or not.“Yeah? Are you?” I halfheartedly play along as George humps me. His rhythm grows faster and faster in these frantic final moments.

At last, he lets go of my hip, and he’s jerking himself off above me. “Here… it…coooomes…!”

He sounds like a hockey announcer.

My hard-on wilts away. At least that saves me the trouble of taking care of myself, since George sure as hell won’t bother.

I should probably go back to sleep before I say anything I regret. It’s getting harder and harder to hold up my end of our deal. George has always made it clear that I give him what he wants—and Georgealsogives George what he wants. Then he gives me what he thinks I need, and he gets to brag to everyone at his fancy parties about being a patron of the arts.

It’s all a pretty sweet deal, if you’re George. Nobody’s told him that being a middleman for Daddy’s money doesn’t make him a provider. But I’m living in a penthouse in downtown Vancouver, and my art studio is free—courtesy of his father’s property empire.

That’s worth a hell of a lot ofI love yous and candlelit dinners, right?

Usually, George would be unconscious and snoring by now. But he elbows me. “Here, unlock your phone. I wanna take a photo.”

“For me to remember this by?” I quip.

George grins. “I know you miss me.”

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