Page 75 of The Heir's Disgrace


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“I still shouldn’t have?—”

“No. Drew. You shouldn’t have. But you did, and I liked it, and I’d let you do it again. So, we all learned something about ourselves that day, and it wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Moving. On.”

He looks appropriately chastised, bowing his head and putting his hands into his pockets. The way his clenched fists spread the fabric over his crotch makes his erection look enormous. I have to force myself not to stare. I am brutally frustrated, and I have no idea what to do with this man.

“What do you want?” I ask, willing to admit defeat if I can at least get off.

“I’m still trying to figure that out. That kiss, uh…”

I scowl. “What?”

“You really took charge there.”

“Why is that bad?”

“I didn’t say it was bad. I said it was unexpected.”

“You basically told me to do all the work.”

“Yeah…”

“So…what now?” I ask.

“I’m thinking. Can you give me a second?”

I turn my back on him and pace to the other side of the room, my own erection still raging in my pants. My balls are getting bluer by the second. I may as well be wearing a cock ring. Maybe putting a bed between us will help. Or, like I’d rather, move things along.

“We haven’t talked about sex,” Drew says eventually.

I stare at him, expectant. It’s not like he asked a question.

He continues. “Yesterday you said you wanted to fuck me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What’d you mean by that?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory,” I say.

“So, you want to fuck me.”

“Like I said.”

“In the ass?”

I slide my jaw from side to side. I wouldn’t think, with all the sex I’ve had in my young life, that I’d ever have to feel like a virgin again, but I do. A fifteen-year-old virgin, even. “I hear that’s how all the boys do it,” I say drily.

“That’s not where I thought this was headed,” he says, meeting my eyes, something pained in his gaze.

“Okay. Fine. If that’s your line, that’s your line.”

“That’s not—Jesus, Olivier, sometimes you’re the easiest person to talk to in the world, and other times you make it fucking impossible. Can you relax? For like, one minute?”

I shrug. I’m not sure I have an answer to that. Not one he wants to hear anyway. But I can probably keep my mouth shut for sixty seconds.

“I came here tonight because I do want more—and I don’t know if what I want is more time with you, or if it’s more physical than that. You need to understand that my sex drive’s been in the toilet for a while now.”

I arch a brow because that doesn’t track for me at all.

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