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For the sake of my own sanity, I wish he would leave.
7
Jude
The swaying of Eden’s hips causes my eyes to gravitate to her luscious ass. Each movement back and forth as she whispers quietly to her son lulls my brain into a fog of lust.
Having had no time to change before she rushed out of the club, she’s still wearing that filmy lingerie they call a dress. It’s not entirely see-through, but there’s the vaguest outlines of a white thong.
Like a snake charmer, she moves without thought.
Controlling my eyes.
Controlling my brain.
Fuck.
I want to bite her ass suddenly. I want to bite it so fucking hard it leaves a scar. I want to mark her somewhere intimate. Somewhere that whenever I see it, I’ll know she’s forever mine.
The littlest of things are driving me fucking crazy. The way her calf muscles flex, the way her stockings encase her upper inner thighs. I want to caress her skin delicately like those stockings with my tongue.
It’s a shame she must have been rushed into dressing. The wings, wig, and halo must have been pushed aside in her rush. She no longer has the accoutrements of an angel, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t my angel.
Of mercy or death?
Maybe both, since anything with her will surely bring my mind to utter madness or destruction.
“You’re exhausted,” I say quietly to Eden. “Sit on the couch, there’s no need to fall asleep on your feet.”
“I’m fine,” Eden almost growls at me. “Just go.”
“That won’t be happening,” I say and finally allow myself to look around her home.
It’s warm and inviting, to a degree. But it’s also apparent that she’s living on a very fixed income. There’s a threadbare couch, a small television, and toys. That’s it.
The dining room isn’t much better. Filled with an old table, two chairs, and a highchair. There’s only a small microwave and an old fridge in the kitchen.
Eden continues to soothe Abel and tries to ignore that I’m intruding in her home.
Moving past me, she grabs her purse off the counter and starts rifling through it with one hand while still gently bouncing Abel on her hip.
“Where the flip is it!” she snaps.
Heading deeper into the kitchen, she searches the bare countertops before returning to the kitchen table.
“What?” I ask.
I can feel the anger in her eyes as she turns to glare at me.
“My cellphone,” she says and heads over to the couch.
Ah.
That would be the one I ‘borrowed’ from her purse earlier. She most likely won’t look at it as such, though. She might use a dirty word likestole.
Shrugging my shoulders, I unbutton my suit coat and pull it off. The home is too warm for my tastes.
But the heat does have its merits, I guess. I get to watch Eden move throughout the place in that skimpy dress.
