Page 54 of The Wicked

Anger trumped fear, and I yanked the front door open.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

He held out the roses I’d left in his car last night. “You forgot these. You also have a gap between two of your motion sensors, and you need a better lock on your door. I’ll fix it in the morning.”

How could he act so calm? So infuriatingly calm?

“You can’t just trespass on private property. It’s…it’srude.”

“If you’d stayed for breakfast instead of disappearing without a word this morning, I wouldn’t have had to.”

“When I woke up, you were in the same bed as me. Don’t you understand the meaning of boundaries?”

“I figured that after you fondled my cock, certain boundaries had been crossed. And besides, I didn’t want to take the risk of you choking on vomit if you decided to throw up again.”

His words were a pin, and I was the balloon. All the fight went out of me.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. For puking, for groping you, for the whole urinating-on-the-nature-strip thing.”

“For running out on me for the second time?”

“I thought it was for the best.”

“And yet you didn’t think to consult me, despite the fact that I was lying a mere six inches away?”

“Sorry.”

“Are you going to invite me in? You’re getting cold.”

“I’m fine, honestly.”

The robe was plenty warm enough, plus that fire inside me was flaring into life again. And was having Charming in my space really a smart idea?

No.

No, it wasn’t.

“Okay, then you’re getting turned on,” he said.

“You can’t make assumptions like that.”

His gaze dropped to my traitorous nipples and stayed there, focused on two stiff peaks jutting against the fabric.

“Oh.”

“How long are you going to keep fighting this?”

“Could you give me a moment? I’m still trying to work out if I’m hallucinating because I just don’t understand why you’d be here after I made a complete fool out of myself.”

“I’m here because you’re real.”

“But are you?”

“Come over here and find out.”

He crooked a finger, and so help me, I went. Then I was back in Charming’s arms, and his lips crushed mine in a kiss that bordered on punishment. He picked me up, hands under my thighs as he pressed me against one of the stone columns and took his fill. Our tongues didn’t dance today, they duelled, him fighting for the upper hand and me just fighting to breathe. His cock was freaking granite.Has it been like that since yesterday?

“No, Cinderella, it hasn’t. I’ve jacked off twice today, and both times, I was thinking of you as I came.”

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