A wordless gasp escapes me as my inner muscles dissolve into harsh shudders that overtake my entire being. My thighs shake uncontrollably. My eyes clench shut, then I hear the sounds of an animal crying out. It takes a while to realize it’s me.
The wooden doorframe groans under his grip. A half grunt, half growl from Brexley has me fighting to open my eyes. He’s coming, shooting it onto his hand. It’s the most sensual fucking thing. His is pure masculinity and ferocity even as he succumbs to desire.
The vibrations of my orgasm begin to fade away and suddenly I feel like me again. Naked, exposed, in a room with Brexley, who just got off in his hand.
Continuing to slowly pump his cock though he’s done, Brexley gives me an inscrutable look.
The awkwardness of the situation creeps in. Brexley knows when I'm getting myself off and invited himself in this time and I didn’t stop him.Oh my fae lords, what the hell am I doing?I should have kicked him out, not from my room, but from the whole damn apartment.
But my body finally feels somewhat sated. And I have a feeling it has to do with the fevered peak he pushed me up to just by standing across the room and reciting dirty things to me while jerking off.
I blink and he’s gone. I don’t check to see where, I just scramble up in time to shut the door, my panties hanging around one ankle. Still stunned by what just happened, I don’t move for several minutes, trying to collect myself.
A loud slam vibrates from the living room, and I realize he’s left the apartment.
As if things weren’t weird and tense between us before, I have no idea how it’s going to be now.
But maybe he’s gone for good. Maybe Brexley left to call whoever sent him and say he needs off my security detail, and to send someone else to take care of me. It would be the professional thing to do.
He would be gone, and I could pretend this never happened.
Hell, maybe my body is over its “episode” and I’m back to normal for another month.
Maybe I’m that lucky.
Chapter17
The Asshole & the Advisor
BREXLEY
Maybe I’m lucky and Grandma will text Red her exact location. Hell, maybe she’ll show up and I can whack the old lady then split.
Maybe Red will decide not to go to work, and I can stay down here and patrol the street where she lives. Not that I feel the need to protect her from the unnamed threat trying to kidnap her.
No, I care that someone is going to steal my only lead to Grandma. That’s it, nothing more.
Liar.
The door swings open, and there she is.
We stare at each other for a long stretch.
“Any word from your grandma?”
“Nope.”
Yep, I’m not that lucky.
“You changed your clothes,” she comments.
My heavy gray sweater fights off the cold, and I'm wearing a fresh pair of jeans. I didn’t bother with a coat because I run hot, and lately, hotter than usual. “I did.”
She doesn’t need to know more than is necessary, so I don’t explain where I got my new attire.
Not pressing the subject further, Red descends the few steps and passes me without another word.
My kind of girl.
