Page 124 of Connectio
“You’re cute as fuck.”
“And you’re worth every sacrifice in the world.”
“You are.” I take a deep breath and exhale, my cloud swallowing me. “You’re my Prince Charm—”
* * *
I wake the next day,my body hot, limbs heavy, my head pounding like ritual drums. At first, I think I’m in some hellish heaven, the room ethereal white, my eyes burning like a bitch.
“Am I dead?” I grumble.
Will mumbles, “I hope not.”
“Where am I?”
“In bed.”
“Who’s bed?”
“Bryce’s.”
“What?” I shoot up, blinking as my heart attacks my chest. “How—”
Will chuckles, his giant arms pulling me back to the mattress. “Relax. We’re in one of his suites.”
Groaning, I cover my face with my hands and bury my head into the crook of his neck. “What happened?”
“You enjoyed yourself.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Oh my God! I can’t remember anything after ‘My Generation’.”
“Yep, that sounds about right.”
“How did I get here?”
“You flew.”
“What?” I can’t help but laugh, even though I have a strong feeling last night is not a laughing matter. “How embarrassing. I’m so sorry. Alexis and Bryce must think I’m…. I don’t even know what they must think.”
He rolls me onto my back, his finger teasing circles around my breasts. “They think you’re great.” He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “Just like I do.” His masterful hands massage my chest as he trails his lips down my stomach.
I close my eyes and squirm under the tickle of his beard. “I think you’re great too.”
“I know.”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I grip him tight when he nudges my clit. “And how do you know that?”
“Because you love me.”
I smile. “You love me too.”
“I do.”
He dips his tongue, and I squirm, my head turning to the side, my eyes catching sight of the alarm clock.
