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CHAPTER SIX
BEAU
Sylvie stirred besideme after I’d woken an hour earlier, staring at the girl in my bed and cursing myself as a fucking idiot for taking her somewhere so public. Not that there was anyone to see; the fact was that anyone could have seen us. Including my father’s lackeys, who seemed to be everywhere.
And so I ended up with her in my bed, in my arms, still in her little blue dress that clung to her curves and hid her perfect skin from me.
“What–” She stared at my door, her features crinkling. Makeup hung dark below her eyes, trailing to her cheeks where she cried when I choked her on my cock. Her cheeks were still flushed with sleep. Her head turned back to face me, and her eyes widened. “Oh, fucckkkk.”
“Still beautiful.” I flexed the arm she’d fallen asleep on that I hadn't wanted to move in any case, curling her into my chest and kissed her temple. “Morning.”
“Morning.” Her voice came out muffled as she hid her face from me.
Now that won’t do.
I caught her chin firmly but gently, and drew her reluctant gaze back to me. “I won’t bite you, Sylvie. At least, not today.”
That earned me a small smile. “I snored, didn’t I?”
I nodded, keeping my expression serious. “But it was damn cute. You can snore like that with me every night.”
She laughed, a hollow sound that punched me straight in the gut. “Like that’s going to happen.”
“The snoring?” I raised an eyebrow.
She cutely butted me in the chest with the top of her head. “Staying with you every night. We all know you’re a blow and run boy. No one gets close.”
“You do, beautiful.” I leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “Every night.”
“But?” She waited expectantly.
She knows my games.
Something in that delighted me. I filed the thought away to dissect later. “But it's on specific terms.”
She snorted. “Of course it is. Why would anything be straight up with you?” She pushed back, making space for herself, and folded her arms.
The motion pushed her breasts up to the edge of her dress and I took my time to appreciate the view, running my fingertips across the top of her decolletage until her skin broke out in goosebumps.
“No clothes.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“That’s the first condition of staying with me. The second is you call me Sir.”
She threw back her head and laughed, the sort of sound that shot straight to my cock without mercy. “You can fucking stop.” She wiggled back, intent on aiming for the edge of my king bed–and that was a decent distance away.
I let her go at it for a long minute, enjoying the way her body moved, mesmerized with it. Just as she got far enough away to have hope I rolled on top of her, scooping her beneath me.
“No. You don’t get a choice in this. You wanted filthy?” I ran my hand down her side and cupped her breast, squeezing until her nipple popped out the top of her dress and rolled the hardening nub between my fingers. “You wanted dirty, Sylvie?” I tugged the nipple hard, stretching it until she mewled, her thighs falling open then pulsing around my knee that pushed up against her pussy. Heat drenched me through my jeans. I leaned forward, hovering my mouth over hers just close enough to slip my tongue across her lips and into her mouth when she gasped without actually kissing her. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”
