Page 69 of The Daredevil

We got dressed, ate a quick dinner of flatbread pizza I’d ordered yesterday, and cuddled on the couch, watching a nature show. I never knew why I’d wanted this wide couch, but it served its purpose tonight when Michelle fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her.

Her hand was strategically placed on my cock. I was certain it was an accident, but I liked the look of it, so I didn’t move. Instead, I dragged the throw blanket over her and slept beside her.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

MICHELLE

I yawnedand glanced over at Royce, who lay beside me, snoring. His hair was a sexy mess, making me want to run my fingers through it. One leg draped over the edge of the couch while the other was pinned under my leg.

That was when I realized something warm was in my hand—something hard and throbbing.I lifted my head and gasped. Horrified at what I saw, I yanked my hand away from his cock.

Oh my God.How long had I been holding his cock? I couldn’t have held it all night, could I? It wasn’t a stuffed animal—which I outgrew when I turned ten—that comforted someone to sleep.

“Why must you torture me?” he growled, opening his eyes and cracking a smile. “Your hand wasexactlywhere it was meant to be.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek. “Morning, gorgeous.”

I didn’t feel gorgeous. My hair was probably a mess, and my drool was probably crusty around my mouth. Self-conscious, I sat up and scrubbed a hand over my face.

“Why didn’t you wake me so I could go to bed?”

“You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Why didn’t you sleep in your bedroom? You could’ve just left me here. Your couch is comfortable enough for me.”

“What kind of man would I be if I left you out here all by yourself? You might be scared.” Amusement flashed in his eyes.

I tilted my head. “That’s not the reason. Don’t lie.”

“Okay, fine. I didn’t want to wake you because you had your hand strategically placed on my cock—the best place for it, by the way—and if I got up to leave, it would have woken up my beautiful girlfriend. I’m a very thoughtful guy—”

“Shut up,” I muttered, feeling heat scorching my cheeks. Had I really held his cock all night? I did have a dream where I kept squeezing a stress ball.

“I can’t believe I did that. That’s a first.”

“And only.” He corrected and took my hand in his, kissing my fingertips. “I don’t ever want you touching another man’s cock.”

I didn’t know what to think of his seriousness. Or was he being sarcastic?

Only one way to find out. “What if I do?”

His eyes flashed with a darkness I hadn’t seen in him. Deadly. Unstoppable.

“I know of places that could incinerate a man where no one would ever find his body. I’m a volcanologist, remember? I have access to places on Earth most people don’t. I prefer to keep them untainted, but when and if necessary, I won’t hesitate.”

There were so many facets to him, and this was a darker side I hadn’t known. I was about to inquire, but his phone buzzed on the coffee table. He glanced at it, answered, then stood up and walked into his office, shutting the door behind him.

I went to wash up and replayed last night’s events in my head. No man had ever made my body feel the way Royce did. My body was still sore and wanting him.

Was he being a possessive fake boyfriend? Would all of this end when it was time for me to leave Iceland?

Did he think I’d touch another man because we were only fake dating? The sex wasn’t fake. My orgasm was real. My core tightened remembering his skilled mouth, his talented tongue, and dominating cock.

A sadness overcame me, but I pushed it away.

What happened in Iceland stayed in Iceland, right? I would get my adventure with this fascinating man, even if it were temporary.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

MICHELLE

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