Page 34 of Bad Seed
Curiosity gets the better of me. “What are you looking at?”
Whipping his head down, a wicked smile burns. “The bedroom.” He licks his lips and holds out a hand. “Do you want to see it?”
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CHAPTER TWELVE
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SADIE
Where the hell did I put my…?
Uh-oh.
A lamp spins on its base set on a crash course for the bed. I leap from the near darkness, straining my hand out. Metal bites into my palm and I sigh. I caught it.
Whew. Taking a deep but silent breath, I push the lamp my ass sent flying back into place. I didn’t accidentally wake—
“Leaving already?”
Damn. I freeze, the deer in the headlights. Also the moth in the flame.
Sitting up in bed, his arms stretched out like a king surveying his domain, Aubry spots me. The sheet’s wound up across his lap, barely hiding the cock that went seven rounds last night. Well, night is a stretch. I think we fell asleep about two hours ago, me curled up in an exhausted stupor—him molded around me. And that cock always twitching as if raring to go for an eighth time.
As my brain fights to find an excuse for why I have to leave him this second, the base of his cock pulses under the sheet. He’s like a dog whose tail wags whenever he’s excited.
Oh, do not say that aloud.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say.
“Too late.” He chuckles but there’s gravel in there. Surely he’s not mad that I hoped to dine and dash on this seven course meal.
“I just…need to get home. Get some breakfast. Shower. Change for work. I’ve got…not even an hour to get in.”
His stern face cracks into a smile. “Ah, the dreaded nine to five.”
“More like seven to six, but who’s counting the advanced calculus of scheduling so I only work thirty-nine and a half hours each week?”
Aubry thuds his feet to the ground, and I nearly gasp. On his neck, right over one of the muscles, is a bruise. It’s already gone green in the few hours since I may have gone a bit feral while he had me on top. I’m so focused on the mark, both regretting and proud of it, I don’t realize he’s standing before me until his cock and balls are swaying in the wind.
All it takes is one little gasp from me and it’s already hardening.
That was why I tried to sneak out early. I knew if he caught me, if he gave methatlook, I’d be right back in his bed. How the hell we didn’t break it is the real mystery.
He doesn’t cup his shaft, tell me to get on my knees, or invite me to taste it. Instead, Aubry paces closer, raking his hair into place before he curls his fist under my chin. “Why don’t you shower you here?”
Because my work clothes are home. If I put my dress back on, I’ll wind up smelling like you all day and my brain does not need something new to obsess over.
I part my mouth to unleash anything forming an excuse. He pulls me close. Not caring about the two-hour morning breath, he kisses me. My lips ache, exhausted from the night, but he softens until I fall into his touch.
Yes, take me. Forget work. Forget bills.
Just fuck me until I forget who I am or that I like to eat food.
“I’ll make breakfast,” Aubry says.
Huh?Starry-eyed I blink at him as he pulls back.
