Page 16 of Devour

Surprisingly, Rhory moved his leg again and flopped himself back onto my bed.

Well, then. Time to put an end to this. There was no way he could be trusted, and once he proved as much, I would finally have the justification I’d sought for the last year.

“On the floor.”

Rhory slid down legs first.

“On your knees.”

He smirked at me, but he still did it.

“Would you stay there all night?” I asked, watching him intently.

“If you asked me.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “You’re not interfering with any major plans.”

Somehow, not the answer I expected. Okay. Two could play this game.

“Come here.”

And before I could say all the way up here, Rhory inferred precisely what I meant. He clawed his way back into my lap and pressed himself into me until we were nose to nose. Then he smiled as he did so. Perpetually horny, he was.

“Yes, and I will let you fuck me.”

Hey, now, I didn’t say or think that.

“Or vice versa, if you prefer.” He shifted closer again, being sure to drag his hips across my lap while watching me.

“Back on the floor.”

Clearly pouted, which made me smile, but he did it anyway.

“You play dirty, hubby.”

“Don’t call me hubby.”

“Okay, hubs.”

“Don’t call me hubs, either.”

“Okay, husband.” Practically shouted that one, and delivered with a very pleased smile.

“You are such a brat,” I chuckled.

He shrugged. “Never promised to obey well. Minimal cooperation still counts.”

“And how long should I expect you to cooperate? Until tomorrow?”

“If you want.” Another shrug.

“Until you eat me.”

“Absolutely doable, husband.”

“Don’t call me husband.”

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