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“In your bed? For some reason, I’m really tired.” As if to prove her point, a deep and long yawn escapes her. Also don’t miss how she chooses my bed over the others. “Whatcha say?”
I’m not the least bit surprised by her exhaustion. It’s a lot to take in and she’ll need time to process, which I’ll give her. What I won’t allow is for her to ever feel bad for them. Whatever lot they receive in life, it’s well earned.
Instead of answering, I stand and sweep her off her feet. Pull her close to my chest while walking to the steps and up, and it’s once I’m there that I remember something I wanted to ask earlier. “What did my father whisper in your ear in the kitchen? Did he apologize?”
Her head snaps up from its place at my neck, her smile cheeky. “Better than. He said, and I quote: This one’s going to keep you on your toes, kid…” I almost laugh at how she deepens her voice to mimic his “…I’ll shoot him and anyone you ever need me to.”
19
“WHY ARE YOU up so early?” London asks shyly from the entrance to my office. Sleep rumpled and in just my T-shirt, she looks delicious. Warm and soft. It’s why I left the bed shortly after she fell asleep. Each sigh from her lips made me throb.
The remnants of pre-come on my pajamas is the proof of my desire for her tight little body.
I want to fuck this little doll. Break her.
But I want her desperate and ready for it. Begging me to.
And she will. That’s why I’m not rushing it.
Instead, I savor every single piece of concrete that deteriorates from around her mental walls. Last night is evidence of that. How she turned toward me, body molding to mine with a leg thrown over my hip. How she asked to wear a shirt of mine instead of the sleep set that Mariah gave her.
Every single move she’s made since realizing that this is my home has been with me in mind. Touching me. Sitting beside me. Even the food she served me when everyone else made their own plate was without conscious thought.
It’s a natural instinct. That desire to take care of me, just like I’ll always do for her.
And even though she hasn’t said anything about moving in, I know she’s staying.
“I had an email that needed my immediate attention.” Also not a lie. However, what’s inside that correspondence will have to wait. I have more important plans. “And it’s not early, Twirl. It’s twenty to twelve.”
“Everything okay? Do you need me to…wait, it’s almost noon?”
“No and yes?” I push my chair back and pat my lap.
Rolling her eyes, she takes her time walking around my desk and coming to a stop between my legs. Twirl leans back against the desk, her expression showing amusement. “That made no sense, Malcolm. Give me full sentences, please.”
“Brat,” I playfully growl at her, taking ahold of her hips and pulling her closer. Close enough that I can sit up and press my nose against her stomach. That I can wrap my arms around her and nip the skin above her belly button. “Yes, it’s almost noon. And no, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Okay.” She rakes her fingers through my hair, and my eyes close. “So, what are the plans for today?”
“First, I want you to never stop doing that.” It feels so good, soothing, and when she gives the strands a not-so-gentle tug, I almost fucking attack. The little shock of pain settles on my already hard cock, and I pulse. My entire being tenses while the minx giggles above me. “I’m tallying every single infraction for a later payment. Keep testing me, sweetheart.”
This time, her blunt nails scratch my scalp. “Pay attention, Mr. Asher, and answer the question. Plans?”
“We have a date.”
At that, she pauses. “Do we, now?”
I nod, nuzzling her abdomen while one of my hands skims down her thigh and then calf, only to follow the same path up. Two times I do this, each one stopping at the hem of my shirt. “The entire day is planned and set to begin after you have breakfast. I’m going to spoil you a tiny bit today.”
“Do I get a say?” She’s trying hard to sound put off, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“You get to say yes and thank you.” Propping my chin on her skin, I look up and catch London fighting back a grin. “Want to start now or when we get there?”
“Instead of being a jerk, why don’t you feed me or point me in the direction of the kitchen? I got lost three times trying to find this room, and it’s on the first floor.”
“As you wish,” I say, standing to my full height and pressing every inch of my body against hers. My fingers at her hips dig in and hoist her up, causing her to wrap those perfect thighs around me, bringing her core to rub against my cock with each new step I take out of my office and to the other side of the house.
Bright blue eyes look at me with a spark of desire I want to feed. Nurture.
