Page 113 of Power

“Morning.”

I open my groggy eyes to Theo standing over me. “Hey, what time is it?”

“About seven-thirty.”

“In the evening?”

“Morning.”

“Morning! Why did you let me sleep so long?” I sit up too fast and get dizzy.

“Easy there. Clearly, you needed your rest.”

“Not when you’re about to confess to something you had nothing to do with and possibly go to jail!” Frustrated, I struggle to swing my cast off the bed, wincing at the pain. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I told you—”

“That’s not a reason. That’s time you took away from me. Did you already do it? Is this you saying goodbye?”

He takes a seat next to me. “This is just me saying good morning. I haven’t done anything yet. I’m waiting for Craig to get here. We’re going to the station together.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” A tear cascades down my cheek.

“Come here.” He scoops me in his arms and lays me on the bed. His mouth falls to my stomach, and he presses tender kisses up my belly.

“You’re not answering my question,” I say, my eyes closing to contain my tears.

“I don’t plan to either.” Two hands smooth up my sides, and he removes the oversized shirt he put on me at some point yesterday. His hand cups one of my breasts in his palm. “I love the way you fit perfectly in my hands.” He squeezes, wrapping his mouth around my nipple.

“You’re trying to distract me,” I hum. “It’s not going to work.” His teeth scrape along the tip, and I expel a breath.

“I wouldn’t expect it to.” His free hand works off my panties, being gentle not to bump against my cast. I want to tell him no, that I refuse to be tricked into not addressing the issue with sex, but my body is buzzing, and I ache for his touch. He slips a finger past my heat, and I sigh deeply. “And I bet your wet cunt isn’t a way to distract me?”

“Nope.” He slides another finger inside me. “We’re actually going to fight after this—yes. . . more of that,” I moan, raising my hips. The pressure on my breast tightens, and his strokes become more aggressive. “Theo, please. I need more. I need you.” His hand disappears as he strips out of his clothes, pushes my legs wider, and thrusts inside me.

“Always so perfect.” He fucks me slowly, whispering dirty and sweet words in my ear. I hold on to him, never wanting him to leave. I hate that they appear, but tears stream down my cheeks. His mouth covers mine as he works me into a glorious sexual frenzy. “Don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I don’t want this for you.”

“It’s going to be okay.” He pulls out and drives back in, his cock throbbing. “I love you.” He ravishes my mouth with such passion it almost breaks me. I cry out as my orgasm washes through me, and he grunts, holding himself deep inside me as his cock spasms.

We stay quiet for some time, catching our breaths and trying to find the right thing to say. Reality is a bitch, and I don’t want to face what’s to come. “You don’t deserve this,” I whisper under my shaky breath.

“I know.”

The sound of his doorbell echoes through the penthouse. Theo looks down at me. “It’s Craig. He’s early.”

“Tell him to wait outside.”

He plants a sweet kiss on my lips and gets up, helps me get dressed, and finds my crutches. Together, we make out way down the hallway. He takes my hand and opens the door.

“Jefferies? What are you doing here?”

I don’t know the man standing at his door, but it’s not Craig.

“Theo, can I come in?”

“If this is about my father, you tell him I’ve already said everything I have to say—”

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