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She fixes her entire attention on me. I do the same.
Her gasps, the marks my fingers left on her jaw, the scent of her arousal, everything about her seduces me.
I ignore it. At least, I pretend I do.
Schooling my features, I grab the chopsticks and angle my hand to pick the half-eaten piece of sushi from the container.
I act as though I’m focused on preparing her bite. My fixation, however, doesn’t leave Prue for a second. She doesn’t think I hear her shallow breaths, catch the movement of her thighs squeezing to appease a painIput there.
The predator she brought out of me is hyper-attentive to his prey. Studying her without looking at her. Anticipating her next move even though she doesn’t know she’ll make it yet.
She’ll refuse food soon enough. I’ll kick the stool from under her, shove her chest to the counter for daring to defy me.
She’ll writhe and scream and never say the wordstopas I yank up my shirt she’s wearing, lube her ass with my spit and her wetness. Her forbidden back hole will be nice and stretched for me after this weekend, and I’ll slide inside her.
Her pained and pleasured screams will rattle the walls. Her tears will slip down her cheeks and slide onto the cool granite.
For the hundredth time this weekend, she’ll come for me.
That’s what I tell myself.
And she proves me wrong.
“Theo. We need to talk about something.”
It doesn’t sound ominous. Prue’s arousal simmers away, and she’s wary. Of me? I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it’ll have to wait until she has food in her stomach.
“Open up for me.” After soaking the sushi in the sauce, I guide it to her swollen, parted lips.
Her tongue pushes out to accept it, her mouth closing in on it.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her as she chews and swallows.
A tiny drop of soy catches on her chin, and as much as I want to lick it off her, I choose another path. The treasuring kind. I pick up a napkin off the counter, dabbing it on the damp skin.
I’ve tended to hundreds of people during my internship, residency, and practice. Doing it has never, ever had this effect on me. Cleaning Prue up is as sexual as sucking her clit.
Nurturing her gets me hard as much as the concept of fucking her.
I’m telling her I love her in other ways than strict ones of setting boundaries and being cruel. I have it in me to be gentle. When she’s being good.
She senses it, too. The tears glistening in the corners of her eyes are her silent thank you.
They mesmerize me. She does.
We remain staring at each other in silence.
“About what I needed to tell you.” She breaks the silence first, wringing her hands in her lap.
“Anything, Prue.” I discard the napkin and unfold myself from the chair to envelop her face in my palms. “You can tell me anything.”
“I know.” Hesitation morphs into gratitude. She tilts her cheek to the right, to the warmth of my touch, but she’s not smiling. “I…”
My grip tightens, my fingers pressuring her scalp in a warning.
“I can’t spend the night.”
My first reaction is to answer with aHell no.
