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“He’s the one who walks and talks like a diva and calls Nikolai Daddy,” Killian answers her.
“Oh, Simon.” Glyn smiles. “He asked me to call him Sim.”
“More like a simp.” Kill twists his lips. “He’s so cringe. Please tell me he’s not the one you’re with.”
“Maybe he is,” I say as I hit Send on the second nude.
This time, it’s a full-body mirror selfie where I’m fisting my cock and biting my lower lip.
Then just to fuck with him, I type:
Me
Thinking of your ass makes me drip, baby.
Bran stands up all of a sudden, hand clenched around his phone, but he sounds composed when he says, “I’m going to pop into the toilet.”
I suppress a smile as I watch the dots appear and disappear.
“Stop smiling like a creep,” Kill says. “It’s disgusting.”
“Don’t be jealous of my sexy smile, Satan’s heir.” I slide my phone into my pocket. “I need something sweet. Be right back.”
I head to the cashier, pretending to be checking out their sweets. No Italian pistachio croissant, no baklava, and no macarons. Not interested.
After I catch a glimpse of Kill and Glyn eating each other’s faces, I slip to the restroom. I find Bran standing in front of a sink, his face twisted and his fingers holding his phone in a death grip.
I slip behind him and whisper in his ear, “Careful, if you glare at it hard enough, it might break.”
He flinches and whirls around so fast, he nearly falls. I wrap an arm around his waist. “Easy, baby.”
His wild eyes search our surroundings with tendrils of panic. “What are you doing, Nikolai?”
“I figured you could use a hand.” I glide my palm to his erection and fist it through his pants. “Mmm. Did you get hard looking at my nudes, baby?”
“Nikolai…” He struggles for control, his voice hoarse. “This is a public place… Stop…”
“But the possibility of getting caught is making your cock thicker.” I lean over and slide my tongue over the shell of his ear. “Or is that because of me?”
“You need to get over yourself…” His words end with a moan when I bite the lobe of his ear, then his jaw, and his bottom lip.
“You were saying?”
“Cut it out…”
“What was that?” I stroke his erection, making it as hard as stone. “Your cock is so fucking hard for me.”
“F-fuuck…bloody hell.”
“Mmm. Love it when you curse, baby.”
“Nikolai—”
Whatever he has to say is cut off when the sound of footsteps comes from outside.
Bran freezes, the lust replaced by a sense of panic so steep, it baffles me. Even his erection starts to deflate.
Why the fuck does he act as if it’s the end of the world if someone catches him kissing me?
