“Are you still reading yourRomeo and Julietlove story?” I sit beside him, maintaining some distance. We might have been faking everything that happened on the dancefloor earlier, but that doesn’t mean the attraction wasn’t real. For weeks, it’s been making itself known.
He gets off the bed, pulling his tie over his head. “I finished that one. This is a Lancelot and Guinevere retelling.” He pulls his shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants. I get a flash of his stomach and the trail of hair that leadsinto the waistband.
“Are you… enjoying it?” I say, breathlessly.
I’m vaguely aware of his chuckle, but I’m more focused on his fingers as they move up his shirt, undoing the buttons.
“I’m very much enjoying it,” he says as he opens his shirt, and I’m gifted the sight of his bare chest. “I’m just gonna jump in the shower. You can turn the light off if you want to go to sleep.”
He starts to undo the button of his pants, but then he turns around and disappears into the bathroom.
Fucking Christ on a cracker, the man is hot. Worst of all, he knows I know it. I hear the shower turn on, so I roll over the mattress, reaching for the lamp, but my eyes catch on the cover of his book. It’s dark and moody, with crimson flowers and a police badge.
I slide over to his side, looking at the bathroom door before I pick up the book, opening it to the page where he left off.
“Is this what you were hoping for? Coming out tonight, dressed up like my favourite sin.” Jack groans against my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more access to mark the skin with his teeth.
“You think I dressed up for you?” I say, as my chest heaves up and down, and my pussy begs for more of his demanding touch and voracious possession.
“You better have.” His hand brushes up my chest until he reaches my throat and gently strokes his fingers up and down.
“Why would I do that? You’re loyal to my brother, not me. I’m just a favour.”
“No. You’re fucking mine.” The leash on his control snaps, and his hands come under my legs, forcing them around his waist as my back is pressed against the wall. His mouth devours mine, and I could cry in relief.
Ignoring my need for him, admitting to myself that he, of all people, is who I want so desperately that I feel like I’m losing my mind, has been torture. I cry out as he sinks his teeth into my lip, while his hard cock rubs against my pussy through our clothes. My hand reaches between us, pulling at his belt with fury,moaning when his hand trails between my thighs and dips into my underwear.
I jump, snapping the book shut when I hear the shower turn off. I hurry to turn off the lamp, then dart back to my side of the bed, under the covers, while my chest heaves. Westley reads smut? And fuck, it was hot.
I close my eyes, trying to slow my breathing as I hear the bathroom door open.
I feel the blankets on the other side of the bed lift and then tug back into place as Westley settles himself on the mattress.
My body is rigid, my thoughts rioting. I can’t tell if I feel guilty for peeking at his book or furiously turned on with no way to fix it. I try to lie still, but my thighs clench involuntarily, aching with need to stifle the heat.
“Are you warm enough?” His voice pierces the dark room.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
“Mae?”
I force two slow breaths in. “Mmhmm.”
“Did you like my book?”
I gasp, rolling to my back. “How did you know I looked?”
“You forgot to put my bookmark back in place.”
“Sorry! You’re up to the part where he gets jealous, and they start to bang.”
He gasps. “Spoiler alert! They bang?”
I lean up on one elbow. “Did you not know you’re reading smut?”
It’s quiet and dark in the room. It feels like my senses are on high alert.
“Of course I know.” He chuckles. “But the couple hadn’t hooked up yet. I figured it was about to happen, though.”
