Page 316 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He patted the mattress beside him. “You’re sleeping with me tonight... you were probably going to sneak in here anyway. I know you’ve been doing that.”

I blushed and tried to hide my smile but crossed my arms over my chest. He was right, I’d been sneaking into his bed, hoping he was asleep, and then waking up early to sneak back out again just before his alarm. Maybe I hadn’t been quite as sneaky as I thought.

“You want me to come get you, huh? Ugh,” he groaned as he hauled himself up. “I just got comfortable. You’re exhausting, you know that?” He scooped me up and tossed me onto his bed. I bounced slightly when I hit the mattress and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Pulling the heavy bedspread up over us, he pulled me against him. He was wearing boxers and a thin tank top. His breath smelled faintly of mint from his toothpaste, and the remainders of the subtle cologne he wore when he went to meetings clung to his shirt.

“I’m sorry I was awful today.”

“I’m sorry you hurt, sweet monster.”

“I’m not sweet.” I snuggled closer, pressing my face into his neck. He played with my hair, his fingers scratching my scalp and sending little shivers down my spine. I wanted to purr at the sensation.

“You’re a naughty little fox, that’s what you are.”

I smiled and closed my eyes. I need to break out that fox tail and ears. That would cheer us both up.

“What’s the day look like tomorrow?”

“Well, I mostly have interviews for Pathway to Peace and The Weston House... we need more staff. It can all be done from home. I do have to run out for an inspection of one of the hotels. And I’m meeting Jase and Heather Black for lunch. I was going to see how you felt tomorrow and ask you to come, if you were up to it.”

His fingers in my hair and my face against his skin, everything felt right.

“Yeah, maybe, if I’m not being horrible tomorrow.”

“Heather is a brat, too. You might like her.”

“Wait, are you talking about Jase Black, like Michael’s brother? The one who does that podcast?”

“Yes.”

“There are five of them, you know. The Black Brothers.”

“Yes. I know their whole family.”

“I slept with Eli.”

He sighed deeply. “Of course you did.”

“And Nick.”

He flipped me over and pinned my wrists above my head, smirking down at me. I gasped and felt myself instantly respond to him being on top of me. “I need to know... how many of my friends have you fucked?”

I made a show of counting, hesitating and thinking for a very long time. I had already calculated it a while back, but it was funny to see him fume. “Nineteen.”

He rolled his eyes and let his head fall into my hair, groaning. I couldn’t help but laugh. “It could be twenty, you know!” I wiggled under him, thrusting my hips up to meet him. He clung tighter to me, his hands on my wrist tightening, and let out a deep, low growl that made my whole body break out in goosebumps.

He spoke with his lips against my ear, his voice a low growl. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Oh my God yes.” My eyes widened. Was he finally going to cave? I wasn’t even going to brat about it.

His voice was smug and rough with desire. “You want my cock?”

The way he said that... with his voice all dark and mean... fuck. I felt my pussy clench at the idea. “Yes Sir!”

I felt him smile against my neck. “You’re going to have to earn it.”

“What?!”

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