Page 118 of Chaos
“Milkman?” he tried again.
Merri made a face.
“Next-door neighbor? Business associate? Bodyguard?”
There was no missing the way Merri’s cheeks went pink at the last suggestion. Or the pulse of arousal that emanated from her.
Sin snickered. “Looks like we found our winner. Bodyguard it is.”
I had to admit, I liked hearing she saw me that way. Her protector. It wasn’t that far off from reality, but up until recently, I’d only ever heard her refer to the four of us as her captors.
“I’m your husband, a famous Hollywood actor—obviously—and I’ve been away shooting on location. You’re a star in your own right, and you’ve got a stalker. Chaos has been here protecting you for weeks, and the two of you have refused to act on your desire for each other, but I’m coming home, and you can’t hold back any longer. Annnnd, go.”
“Just like that?” I asked when Merri and I both remained awkwardly where we were.
“What more do you need? Fucking cue cards?” Sin jumped out of his seat and grabbed me. I gave him a healthy dose of side eye when he tried to manhandle me into position.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Helping you. Now move. You can’t fuck her from across the room.”
While Sin had been giving me the weirdest pep talk I’d ever heard, Merri’s arousal filled the space, the magic radiating from her igniting my own desire. She’d wandered to the bookshelves and was making a show of searching for something to read.
“Get over there,bodyguard. I’ll come in when it’s time. Just let the tension take over. We both know it’s already there.”
I wasn’t much of an actor, and trying to come up with lines felt about as natural as plucking a cat. But I didn’t need to pretend when it came to what I felt for Merri, and with the evidence of her arousal pressing against me, I didn’t overthink it.
I moved until I was standing right behind her, my breath causing her hair to stir.
“He’s on his way home. I’ll have to leave you tonight,” I whispered.
She stiffened, reaching back and pulling her hair over one shoulder to expose her nape. Fuck, the bite mark I’d given her in my dream was right there, staring me in the face. Breaking character for a second, I leaned forward and brushed my lips over the reddened skin. “I know about the dreamwalks.”
The hand holding the book trembled, and she set it down hastily. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, making to turn around.
I caught her by the hips and held her in place. “I’m only sorry we weren’t able to finish what we started.”
This time her gasp turned into a moan as I bit the same area again, deepening the mark I’d already left.
“Oh God.” She leaned into me, her ass pressing against my hard cock. “One time. If you’re leaving, I need to have you at least once.”
Oh, so we were back in character now? I could work with that.
“How do you want me?” I rasped in her ear. Almost instantly, I realized it was the wrong question to ask. She was distracted by all the possibilities, and I didn’t want her thinking. I wanted her lost in this moment with me.
It was then that I realized what a gift Sin had given me. His scenario gave me the opportunity to capitalize on the urgency I was already feeling.
“That’s his car,” I whispered, picking her up and carrying her over to the little desk a few feet away. It had some books and a lamp on it, but I sent them crashing to the floor with my arm.
“You’ll have to hurry. He’s going to find us.”
I spread her legs and fitted myself between them before gripping her by the nape of the neck and forcing her to look intomy eyes. “The next time you see your husband, I want my cum dripping down your thighs. I want you smelling like me. Full of me. Carrying me inside you.”
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Exactly. You’ll never forget me after tonight.”
Merri’s pupils were blown, her face and chest covered in a pretty flush. She was wearing a cropped V-neck workout shirt and some skintight black leggings. Reaching down, I let my knuckles caress her center, feeling the heat against my skin. She rocked against the barely there touch, demanding more. Taking a bit of fabric in each of my hands, I tugged. Hard. Her leggings split at the seam, baring her slick center to me.
