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‘What are you doing, Ferris?’ I asked the second we were alone, letting him know that I knew something was weird in their little equation.
‘I just told you that I’m tired ... Bea is tired too ...you get the drill,’ Ferris tried to come up withsome kindof explanation.
Although he had zero chance of fooling me. ‘Idoget the drill, and I think you should sleep alone tonight.’ I muttered, giving his cue to back down.
I never used to say no to any kind of wild requests he might have had in the past. But I couldn’t stand by and watch him do something stupid. And I was beginning to think that was exactly what he was up to since he gave up without too much of a fight.
‘Enjoy,’ he grinned, abandoning the room, leaving me to tend to the damsel in distress.
And she was in fucking distress. I noticed that as soon as I left the room to find her more holding on to the walls than on her own two feet.
‘Bea... Bea, look at me,’ I ordered, although it was only her body that seemed to be there. Her mind was totally elsewhere. ‘Fucking look at me,’ I barked just to get that same blank reaction out of her.
Well, momentarily blank as my authority seemed to have unleashed a secret side of her. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you groan like that,’ she murmured between those full lips.
If things were any different, I would have lifted her against the wall and fucked her right there in the lobby.
But they weren’t.
She was just under the influence of whatever Ferris might have given her and not in any wayin lust with me.
I finally managed to get her into the room Alfred gave me, despite the fact that she seemed more than confused about it. And I couldn’t have really blamed her. She was with Ferris just minutes before.
Still, she wasn’tthatconfused. Her hands managed to wrap themselves over my shirt, trying to remove it.
It was going to be an excruciatingly long night, especially since I decided to grow a conscience at the worst moment ever.
Leaving her in my room, I rushed to go to the bathroom. My injury was causing me discomfort again and I needed to check on the bandage. I haven’t been exactly listening to doctor’s orders lately, and in that rhythm, my wound had a chance of closing by the time I would turn eighty.
My alone time playing doctor was swiftly interrupted. Bea managed to burst in through the door, offering to be my savior for the night… or at least my private nurse.
I wasn’t sure I could trust her to handle any kind of instrument in that state, but she had no intention of leaving and I wasn’t going to spend the night in the bathroom.
By some miracle, she did manage to disinfect and patch my wound back up, but the moment she had to take her hands off my body left her with a whimper that struck straight into my pants. ‘Brax.’
Fuck, it was angelic.
The need.
The agony.
The barely controlled temptation.
‘Bea, get in bed before I tie you to the bedpost,’ I tried intimidating her, but the more I was thinking about it, the more my threat sounded like one of my fantasies.
‘Let’s stay in the bathroom for a little while,’ she meowled like a horny cat, tugging down to her waste the upper part of her dress — bra included.
My dick should get a statue for resisting that kind of pressure.
‘Are you trying to torture me?’ I couldn’t hold back a smile. On a normal day, I wouldn’t think about it for a second. But she wouldn’t do anything like that in a normal day... fucking fate.
And she wasn’t even done with the display of skills of seduction yet.
‘Not at all,’ she murmured, gluing her mouth to my shoulder, then driving her tongue to fall on my body until she reached the line of my belt.
It was fucking torture and it was fucking heaven.
By the time her teeth were grazing my cock from over the material of my pants my body was refusing to listen to the commands of my mind, making me groan in frustration.
