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I turn to look at him and I don’t know why I’m surprised. I shouldn’t be, filthy fucker.
“Yes, of course. Tonight, before bed. You can see your first time.”
Then I sink down in my chair and William sits in his, throwing his legs over mine as he leans back, his eyes closed.
I just stare at him for a moment…just take a really long look atmyWilliam.
“Are you staring at me?” he asks, peeking open an eye and catching me.
I flick my gaze back to my miniature and shrug. “You’re hot and shirtless. I like looking at your nipples.”
He smiles gently and sighs. “Get your work done so I can hold you.”
Gah, I want to be held too. Emery will just die if he ever finds out. I turn my attention back to my paints and do my best to finish before Diablo shows up, but I wasted too much time playing in William’s ass. Before I know it, there’s banging on my door.
“Shit,” I mutter. “He’s always fucking late andnowhe decides to be on time?”
William flings his legs off of mine and stands up.
“Want me to get it?” he asks, making his way over to the front door. Before I even have time to warn him, or to tell him to cover up that sexy, freckled chest of his, I hear, “Who the fuck are you? Are you Lex’s?”
I round the corner and see William nodding in response. Moving toward him, I narrow my eyes at Diablo who is blatantly checking William out. I mean, he’s not even discrete about it. His eyes are currently stuck on William’s groin.
“Eyes in appropriate places, Diablo,” I snark and Diablo’s gaze snaps to mine.
“They’re thin shorts. They’re made for gawking.”
“Well, show a little respect.”
Diablo narrows his eyes at me as Skylar lumbers in behind him, towering over him, and I sigh. Because of course he’s here. Apparently, things haven’t been resolved with the family yet. It must be very, very serious.
“Well, are you going to be rude or introduce us?” Diablo asks, like he gives a flying fuck about politeness.
“Diablo, this is William. He’s mine. You can’t have him,” I say saucily. “Not that he’d want you. You have crumbs on your shirt.”
Diablo folds his arms across his chest and purses his lips. “You are entirely too rude. Don’t you think so, Skylar?”
But Skylar is too busy staring at William to answer.
Well fuck me sideways, this is getting a little ridiculous. No one else should be looking at him like he’s edible. That’s reserved for me.
“Go put a shirt on,” I hiss at him, finally at my wit’s end, but William just raises his brow and cocks his head at me. The movement reminds me so much of Brenda that a loud, awkward laugh escapes me.
“My gods, William. You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you? To torment me? Did Brenda put you up to this?”
“Who the fuck is Brenda?” Diablo asks, moving toward my kitchen and rummaging through my cabinets.
The nosy, hungry fucker. He’s like a bear. A tiny one. He just constantly rummages around for food. Hmm, maybe he’s more like a raccoon.
He always makes out with some of my shit before he leaves. Diablo, the trash panda. He’s endearing in an altogether annoying way.
“These crackers are stale,” Diablo says, around a mouthful of food, a box in his hand. “Disgusting.” He takes another heaping handful anyways, shoving more between his cheeks like a chipmunk and I roll my eyes. Because really, no one would ever guess this man was raised by millionaire mobsters.
He is utterly ridiculous.
“Where is my shit?” he says, pulling out a carton of milk and gulping it down. He doesn’t even get a glass, just drinks it straight from the container. Gross. “I need it for tomorrow.”
“Well,” I begin as I feel William lean up against me, his hands running across my skin, and I light up, literally. My entire body has awoken and it’s remembering what it was like to be inside of him. “It’s not done yet, but I can finish up in an hour. By all means, eat some more of my stuff. You haven’t ravaged the pantry yet.”
