“You’re welcome,” I say with a small smile. “There’s another gate at the top of the stairs to stop Anita from tumbling down.”
“I could kiss you right now,” Audrey says, but for once it’s not just lust in her voice, it holds a trace of wonder too.
Feeling bold, I place a knuckle under Audrey’s chin and lift her face toward me. “I thought I have to work for it?”
Audrey wets her bottom lip with her tongue, the move shooting straight to my cock as I track the motion.
“Seems like you put in some work already,” Audrey purrs, dipping her chin and pulling my finger into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the digit before biting lightly on the tip.
“Audrey,” I croak breathlessly, my whole body jolting at the promise of what delightful deeds she can accomplish if I surrender to her.
“Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll show you all the things my mouth can do,” Audrey says with a wink before she heads up the stairs and toward her room.
It takes me a couple of minutes before I’m fully back in my body and able to follow Audrey upstairs with her luggage. I place everything in her room then lean against the doorpost as I survey the scene.
A total of one suitcase, one bag, and one box occupy the far corner of the room where Audrey is creating a little space for her dog, setting up a water bowl and some food for Anita before scattering some toys about.
Next, she places the puppy’s bed next to hers, artfully arranging blankets until the dog approves and hops into the bed, instantly burrowing under the blanket until only the tip of her nose pokes out the other side.
Something about the sight pulls on my heartstrings and I don’t try to fight the curve of my smile.
Even though it looks like Audrey hasn’t prepared enough belongings for herself to indicate she’ll be here for a long time, the amount of things she’s brought for Anita begs to tell a different story. The way she’s focusing on her dog’s comfort before her own reveals a lot about Audrey’s character and is a testament to her kindness.
At first, Audrey can seem almost brazen, and there’s such a strong allure to her confidence. But something that I admire about the bold female is the unabashed way she cares for those she loves. The way she tended to Tilly on her wedding day, how she showed up for Eleanor when her shop opened, all the little ways she’s been there for her friends in Starry Hill over the past couple of years, it says a lot about Audrey.
Something that has me very curious, though, is the box Audrey suggested I carry and the mischievous tilt to her mouth as she watched me scent what is clearly traces of her arousal underneath Anita’s supplies.
If I’m not mistaken, Audrey prioritized bringing her personal pleasure devices over clothing and other forms of entertainment to keep herself occupied. I can’t say I approve of this choice, especially not with my heightened senses.
I don’t think I’ll be able to survive Audrey’s stay if I have to listen to her moans from my wing of the castle every night. Unless Audrey’s devices somehow become misplaced and she needs a morepersonaltouch.Mytouch.
Knowing I need to get out of Audrey’s vicinity sooner rather than later, I straighten up and clear my throat, readying myself to bid her farewell for the night.
Audrey throws me a look across her shoulder. “I was wondering how long you were going to keep standing there staring at me. Was just about to invite you to come inside andassistme.”
“Do you need assistance?” I ask, staring at the unopened luggage.
“Depends on what kind,” Audrey says, her eyes heavy as a lover’s caress as they track down my body.
My cock twitches in response and I fight the urge to step inside, press her against the wall and make her come so hard that her legs give out. Audrey is the type of female I want to pleasure so generously that she’ll never be able to forget about me.
“Tell me what do you need, Audrey,” I demand, my voice now a deep drawl, my knuckles white as I grip the door frame. It’s all I can do to keep myself from rushing forward, wrapping my fingers around her lithe waist and pulling her against me.
“I think you know,” Audrey responds huskily, her eyes darkening to black pools as the air thickens around us.
Time slows as we assess each other, our lust a heady thread between us, building, building, building, as our breaths turn shallow with anticipation. We’re a spring pulled taut, waiting for the signal to release, to snap together with a deliciously carnal force.
“Woof!” Anita’s high-pitched bark cuts through us like a bucket of ice water.
With a turn of my heel and a muttered, “Good night,” I spin around and go for a long walk.
Maybe a bag of blood and some fresh air will keep my lust at bay a little longer.
When I feel positively in control of my desires again, I return to the castle.
Cautiously pushing open the heavy front door, I strain my hearing, trying to pinpoint Audrey’s whereabouts. The sound of running bathwater filters down the stone stairs and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Feeling confident that tonight’s temptation is safely behind me, I head to the parlor.
