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“Yes, Jack said he was some kind of sun god. Like Ra?” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. Her curls fell down the side of her face, and her dark eyes fixed on me in a way that made my heart skip.
“Well, um, kind of... Actually, he was supposed to be the first ‘one god.’ He’s referred to as the one true god who presides over all, the sun disc whose rays touch everything on earth.”
“The sun disc... Like those discs that were a part of the bomb?” She cocked her head, and I stared at her.
“That’s... Sun discs, yes.” I picked up my phone and started searching.
“What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Just something. Do me a favour, call West,” I told her, scanning the search results.
“West, hey, it’s Tory. No, everything’s fine, we’re good. Wesley wanted me to call.”
“Ask him if he’s had any luck with the metal suppliers,” I said, clicking on a website.
She repeated the question and shook her head when I glanced up at her.
“Okay, hang on.” I clicked on a link then backed up and hit another one, and another one. “Got it! Tell him he needs to go to a shop in Camden Market. I’ll text him the address in a minute.”
“West, did you—” She held the phone away from her ear as West bellowed into the phone.
“I’m not going shopping. I’m in the middle of—”
“Tell him I was wrong, the discs aren’t custom made at all. They’re imported from Egypt for ceremonial purposes for kemetic pagans—modern pagans who follow ancient Egyptian gods. He didn’t need to get them custom made, he just had to walk into a shop in London. And a shop probably has—”
“CCTV,” Tory finished, her eyes sparkling as they met mine. She lowered the phone, leaned over, and pressed her mouth to mine. The thrill of finding a new lead was nothing compared to how I felt when her lips touched mine. I hesitated for a split second, nerves crashing in my belly, but her hands settled on my shoulders, and I felt her tongue dance past my lips to meet mine. A soft sigh came from her mouth as I began to kiss her back.
“Hello? Hello? Lady Victoria?” West’s voice came quiet and scratchy through the phone. Tory shifted back, leaving my lips tingling and wanting more.
“Oh sorry, West. Caught up in the moment there.” She sent me a naughty wink, and I swear my dick twitched in my trousers.
“Yes, yes, no, that’s fine, you go. We’re good.” Her eyes settled on me again, and I watched her pink tongue dart out to slide along her lower lip. “We’re good,” she repeated and then hung up the phone.
“Well, that was... thrilling,” I remarked, setting my phone down. My voice felt unnaturally high as she leaned forward again. “Um... fancy a drink? I’m thirsty, are you thirsty?” Great, now I was babbling like some teenager. She reached over and took my hand, gazing up into my eyes with a look that was anything but soft.
“Yes, Wesley,” she purred. “I’m very thirsty.” She stood up and pulled me to my feet so that we were standing face to face, almost touching—well, face to tie. I loved how tiny she was in this body. The other guys were all so big and masculine, and it sometimes made me feel like I was lacking. But in this body, she was like a small kitten, playful, soft, and small, like I could just put her in my pocket. She still had those sharp claws though.
“Well, um, I can get you some tea...”
She reached up, threaded her hands through my hair, and pulled my face down until our lips touched again. “I don’t want tea, Wes. I want you.”
Her lips brushed against mine, and I took a shaky breath. Shit, shit, what should I do? Should I...
She pushed me gently, making me step backwards until we were clear of the sofa, and then she took my hand and led me through the hallway until we reached her bedroom. I glanced back at my phone on the coffee table, wondering for just a moment if I should go back and get it. I looked at Tory as she backed into her bedroom, the large bed behind her, and decided, just for once, to stuff the consequences.
I moved into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. The late afternoon sunlight spilled in through the white voile curtains hanging over the windows, surrounding her with a soft golden glow. She reached down to pull her jumper off, and I stepped forward, catching her hands and stopping her.
“Don’t you want me to take this off?” she asked, peering up at me through those dark lashes.
“No,” I murmured, hoping my voice didn’t shake. “I want to take it off you.”
She smiled and lowered her hands. Trying to find a confidence I didn’t remember yet, I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to me. Her lips parted, but I didn’t go further, just continued to move my lips over her skin. I kissed the corners of her mouth, her cheekbones, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. I kissed her properly then. Slowly and gently, I explored her mouth as she pressed herself against me.
I stepped back and took hold of her jumper, sliding it leisurely up her body and off over her head. Taking her hand, I guided her over to the bed but sat down myself.
“Here.” I moved her so she was standing between my legs. The bed was quite high, and my head was just level with her breasts cupped in white lace.
“Beautiful,” I breathed. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Not wanting to rush a single moment, I kissed along her collarbone, my tongue flicking out every now and again to taste her delicious, soft skin. Her arms rested gently on my shoulders, and she watched my descent between her breasts. Her breathing came faster now, and my dick strained against my trousers, but I ignored the discomfort. My mouth moved over the lace, feeling the texture of it, until I found the hard little nub beneath. I stopped there, sucking it into my mouth, and she moaned, sliding her hand into my hair.
