Page 42 of Addicted

I wasn’t blind to this man now, not anymore. And, while we were still in this bubble, I was going to do everything I could to take advantage, like fucking him, hopefully on top of his expensive marble counters. A pleasant soreness was still lingering between my thighs. There was no way I was doing any of the work, but a girl has needs.

There was a robe hanging behind his bathroom door. I wrapped it around me, surprised that it fit. I wondered what else in his closet would fit me as I walked into the bedroom and took a look at my phone.

I had several missed texts from Cleo last night and this morning, each one more explicit than the next.

Hey boo, how are you feeling?

Are you getting your back blown out? You are, aren’t you? Yes, BITCH!

Is it good? I hope it’s good. You deserve to drown in that man’s big ass dick.

Come on, tell meee!

Don’t tell me. I’m jealous and horny, and I may kill you and wear your skin like a suit.

If you’re reading this, you should be gargling, fucking, and sucking.

Slurp slurp, gobble gobble, glug glug.

Hovering over the keys for a minute, I replied.

Yes, I’m fine. And yes to everything else. I’ll update you later, love you.

I put the phone face down and walked out toward what smelled suspiciously like pancakes.

True to his word, the bar had two plates of Belgian waffles with another bowl of fruit waiting. I expected to see a mess, but the kitchen was just as pristine as it was last night.

“Are you a witch? Wait, is there some Brakebills shit going on in here?”

“Some… what?” He looked confused.

I clapped giddily.

“Okay, first, this looks amazing. Thank you. I’m very excited that you were serious about waffles because—yum. But, I also get to watch you watchThe Magiciansand that’s going to be—amazing.”

Leaning up, I brushed my lips against his, only for him to pull me closer and tease my mouth open, giving me a very slow and deliciously thorough kiss.

“Good morning,” he whispered the words against my lips.

I sighed as my butterflies fluttered hard against my ribcage. I half-expected them to go full-Alien out of my chest. “Good morning,” I whispered back. My hand that had found his chest began to move, dipping lower until he stopped me.

“Breakfast,” he muttered, kissing my cheek.

“Or?” I grabbed his hand to pull it under the robe.

Hugh’s gaze darkened and he captured my mouth again, pushing me backward while his fingers tightened on my nipple. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers caressed my chest and grabbed at the edges of my robe.

Instead of tossing it open, he pulled it shut and belted it tight before pushing me one more step back and making my butt hit the chair at the bar. He turned me to face the counter, and I groaned.

“We had a deal. Eat.” He patted my head like I was a toddler and gave me a wink while taking a seat beside me and picking up his own fork. Deal? A waffle deal? To my horror, I felt my lip pout.

“But—” A mouthful of syrupy goodness was shoved in my mouth, and I moaned as I chewed. Crunchy and soft, chewy, and not too sweet.

“Holy. Shit.” I picked up my own fork and dived in. If he didn’t magic these up, I needed to know where the fuck they came from and how I could have one in my face every single day for the rest of my life.

I was reaching for a raspberry when I noticed Hugh hadn’t touched his food. At all. His eyes were glued to my mouth. I licked syrup off my lips and watched as his own tongue traced his lips. I shook my head and waved my fork at him.

“Nah, no take backsies. Eat your waffles and stop eye-fucking me.” I furrowed my eyebrow and gave him what I hoped was my,I’m eating, don’t try meface.

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