Page 13 of The Himbo and the Lord

“A weird time of year to take a trip,” he says simply.

“I guess it is, but we’re all done with our credits and graduated early. It’s summer here, so it was a no-brainer for us.”

“Graduated?” he asks with a confused frown, and goes on before I can explain. “How old are you?”

I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.

“I’m twenty-four, just graduated from grad school. How old are you?” I throw back.

I see he’s relieved, and I cackle and fall back onto my back when I realize what he thought.

“I’m going to have to tip my facialist better if you thought I was eighteen.”

“I did not think that,” he protests and leans up, resting his weight on his forearm while waving his other hand around. “You said graduated and I just—ugh, shut it,” he grumbles and falls back as well.

I turn to see him, and smile when I see the edges of his lips are tipped up.

“All right, then answer me, lord. How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-eight,” he says in a measured tone. It sounds like he’s thinking he’s way older than me.

“I mean, I guess that’s a big enough gap, considering you clearly don’t even know what a himbo is.”

“What,” he squawks, then he sits up, turns to me, and looms over me in a very tempting way.

“I didn’t say anything stupid that night. Himbos are literally supposed to be attractive and unintelligent. Did you think I was dumb?”

“I didn’t!” he shouts. “I just?—”

“You just don’t know what a himbo is, but that’s okay. I can act stupid and inexperienced, and you can show me how to take a dick like a man if you want.”

I wiggle my eyebrows and he doesn’t really react. His mouth hangs open in shock, but after a second I see his chest start to heave faster, and when I tug on the sheet, I see he’s growing hard at anexcellentrate.

So without waiting for any type of answer from him, I just pull him down and kiss him.

Pillow talk is over.

* * *

I wake up slowly,feeling loose and rested.

I don’t feel like opening my eyes. I want to keep them closed and spend all fucking day in this perfect bed. The bed that seems to move a second later, and it brings a smile to my face. Memories of last night’s activities—the reason for my relaxation—flit through my mind like the best porno in the world, and my dick takes notice.

Still feeling lazy, I simply roll over and open my eyes to see Ru looking up at the ceiling. He’s not frowning or smiling, he’s just... Ru.

The intense feeling that thought brings me is uncomfortable. It makes me want to move, spring up and into action, and maybe attack him with kisses.

It’s new, and honestly unwelcome, so I tighten my lips and my belly, and wait the feeling out. It’ll disappear in a few minutes.

“Nice of you to stay,” I drawl teasingly, once I know my voice will come out steady. “I was scared you’d leave in the middle of the night.”

Did that sound way too honest?

His cheeks stretch with a wide, amused smile but he still doesn’t look my way, even as he shakes his head.

“I wasn’t left with any energy to sneak out after the third round.” His accent does me in. Fuck, it has goosebumps breaking out all over my body.

To avoid any awkwardness, I get up quickly, mutter something incoherent, and make my way to the bathroom to go through my morning routine.

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