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“Of course. Rest sounds good.”
“We can think about the rest later.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled her tighter until her butt hit his stomach. When she was lowered, she felt every hard ridge of his stomach rub against her back and a bigger, harder ridge nudging at her. When it nestled in between her butt cheeks, Pearl bit back a moan.
“Do you have a headache?” she asked, willing herself to cover important points first.
“No.”
“Pain? Pain anywhere?”
“No.”
“Henry?”
“What?”
“People this feverish usually have limp cocks and aren’t this turned on. Is it the giant in you or is it my presence?”
She tried to make it sound teasing, but all that came out was her voice infused with breathlessness and a hint of need. His mouth snuggled at the crook of her neck, brushing lightly.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s you. You feel good against me.”
He still sounded tired and was spiraling into drowsiness, but his lower half started moving against her. She gripped the sheets at her side and tried not to grind back, but the desire that had always lurked between them eventually became too hard to ignore. Pearl did grind back, lost in a haze of pleasure and wondering when she had gone from a woman content with one-night stands to a woman who was only desperate for the touch of one particular man—the last man she should even be wanting this much. None of it seemed to matter as their bodies moved with each other, so sharply in tune.
His hand found her nipple under her shirt and worked it to madness. He grunted his approval when she gripped his hair from behind and called out his name. He stuttered at some point, a pause that told her what was coming next.
Then Henry crashed into slumber, leaving her trapped in his warm embrace and tortured with a wanting that knew no bounds.
“Pearl! I haven’t seen you here in a while.”
Rex’s warm greeting made her smile, but as usual, her answer was tempered with studied carelessness.
“Oh, you know how it is. We hustle while we’re young so we could reap the rewards when we’re older.”
“I never heard you say that before.”
“It’s a new motto,” she reasoned quickly. “I’m trying to justify why I’m busy, Rex, so I won’t complain about it. Now, could you get me my usual drink? Just one glass, please.”
There was a lot of truth in the busy part, especially with her nowhere near solving the shadow thief’s whereabouts or Henry’s discovery. It didn’t help that Henry was busy for real this time, swallowed up by Council meetings and family affairs. So was she, her days filled with work and her nights with experimenting on potions while missing crucial ingredients. It wasn’t a surprise that none of it worked, though she did manage to make one that would alert her of his severe energy change in case she needed to intervene.
So far, he remained in his warlock status after he reopened his house, which made her suspect that raging emotions had a hand in those three consecutive giant transformations. But she needed to research that too.
“Are you sure you just need one glass, Pearl?”
She looked up from her drink and smirked at Rex. “Maybe later. Why? Are you losing sales because I haven’t been drinking as much lately?”
“No. But there’s someone in the bar looking at you and I think you’re about to have a very serious conversation.”
Rex’s words didn’t sound judgmental, but she felt her body hum mid-sentence and already knew who he was talking about. The bartender turned around to mix drinks while she tried not to sneak glances behind her. Seconds later, she felt his presence beside her.
“Hey.”
Pearl looked up. She watched him take his seat and admired the lines of his business coat, which he discarded on the other seat. A powerful arm stretched when he signaled Rex for a drink, but there was no missing the tiredness lurking underneath his stoic expression. Did she know him this well already, being able to read what he hid from the world? Despite her worry, she let out her most playful smile.
“Hey there, Mr. Prim. Fancy seeing you here.”
