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One guy had actually got up and left the room, saying there wasn’t any point if he couldn’t fuck me. That one had hurt until I’d let the rejection turn into defiant anger.
I already knew Greid wouldn’t be like that. I actually wasn’t all that worried about telling him. He was the gentlest, most understanding person I’d ever met. And maybe him knowing that I couldn’t and didn’t actually want to be penetrated by his enormous demiurgus cock would alleviate some of his nerves.
In the meantime, I wanted to do some research. For the first time in my life, I had a handy little device that would let me look up whatever I wanted. We weren’t allowed the internet at the compound. As far as I knew, Violet was the only one with online access to manage the Orderly Winemakers website, but she hadn’t ever let me use the internet on her computer. She’d been worried that they’d track her history and get suspicious.
After climbing out of the bath, I got dressed in clean pyjamas seeing as I didn’t have work today and planned on going absolutely nowhere. By the time I got downstairs and into the living room, Greid had already eaten half of his burrito.
He gave me a sheepish look. “Sorry. I waited as long as I could.”
Chuckling, I flopped down beside him on the couch. “I don’t care.”
He nodded at the hot water bottle beside me. “I filled that up for you.”
Chest squeezing tight, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Greid.”
His shoulders hunched up as he mumbled something, then I heard him let out a sharp breath before he hesitantly turned his head toward me. I went still, waiting to see what he would do.
His yellow eyes flicked between mine and my mouth, gaze nervous. Then he leaned in slowly and kissed me, soft and almost timid.
I immediately kissed him back, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. Some of the shyness fled from him then, a long arm snaking around my back as he tilted his head and kissed me again, deeper this time. Butterflies exploded in my belly, especially when our lips opened enough for his tongue to slip inside and glide against mine.
God, he was such a good kisser. Slow and unhurried and thorough, making my limbs get all trembly. I gripped his thigh to steady myself and chased after his mouth when he eventually pulled back, clearing his throat self-consciously.
“Sorry, I probably, um, taste like burrito.”
I slowly opened my eyes to see him gazing at my mouth. Before I could say anything, he lunged forward and kissed me again, groaning and wrapping his arms around me tight to haul me onto his lap.
I moaned in delight, immediately pushing him back onto the couch, which made him shudder and melt beneath me. His kiss was more desperate now, tongue plunging inside to tangle with mine. As if something inside him had snapped and he could no longer help himself.
The thought made me shiver with desire as I straddled his waist. He wasn’t wearing his onesie, just a soft sweater, so I could feel his body so much better this time. Lean and lanky, but with some slight give beneath my ass from his belly. God, I wanted to see Greid naked. I remembered spotting that line of green under his navel, like the demiurgus version of a happy trail. I wanted to press kisses all over his slightly rounded stomach and nuzzle my way down that little line—
My own gut rumbled loudly, making us both freeze with our mouths still locked together. I chuckled against Greid’s lips before pulling back as he blinked dazedly.
“Food,” he blurted, face spikes twitching. “Right. Sorry. Your burrito’s getting cold.”
I shifted off him and watched as he sat up, plucking at the front of his sweater—I was guessing to make sure it covered his groin—as he cleared his throat self-consciously. He reached for the coffee table and handed me my foil-wrapped burrito, then picked his up and stuffed a huge bite in his mouth.
“What are you doing today?” I asked as I unwrapped my food.
He grunted and swallowed his mouthful. Sometimes I swore he didn’t even chew. “Got an order I need to ship out by the end of the week, so I really have to get it finished. It’s a big one.”
“What is it?” I asked with interest. I loved going up to Greid’s workshop and looking at what he was working on. Each piece was unique and stunningly beautiful.
“This, like…” He waved a hand around his face. “Headpiece thing. For a client whose lifemate is some hotshot politician dude. She said they have a high-profile fundraiser thing to attend next weekend.”
I perked up, swallowing my bite of burrito. “Does that mean there’ll be paparazzi there taking pictures? Will your jewellery be in the news?”
He huffed. “I mean, it’ll be on her person, sure.”
“But don’t they always ask people ‘who they’re wearing’ at events like that?” I knew that much from the few gossip magazines I’d managed to sneak into my room at the compound. “They always say which designers and stuff they’re wearing.”
“I guess.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I dunno. I don’t like thinking about it.”
I laughed, shifting my leg to nudge his thigh with my toe. “Well, I’m gonna trawl through boring socialite news sites for any pics. I’ll recognise your work straight away.”
He cringed, reaching for his coffee cup. “The thought of being perceived in any way makes me super nervous.”
I softened, rubbing my foot over his thigh and hearing his breath catch. “Well, I don’t have to tell you if I find any photos. But I want to see. You should be proud of yourself, Greid. I’m proud of you.”
