Page 68 of Love & Heart Braking

I brushed my wet hair back and took the receiver. “Sol.”

“Cerys. Are you all right?”

“A bit achy,” I admitted. “That packed far more of a punch than I expected.”

Her voice took on a hypnotic quality. “I was there most of yesterday, and you didn’t budge an inch all day. I’m going to pull her eyelashes out one by one.”

I’d complain at the visual except her creativity was beautiful when applied to things other than torture. “I told her to ignore any of my pleas to stop.”

“Why?”

“You know why? It’s over and done. Can’t say I’m eager for a repeat, but it’s finished.”

She growled. “And?”

I lifted my gaze and watched Devereaux move around the kitchen checking the lasagna in the oven and getting out plates. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

“Enjoy. And are you okay to work tomorrow?”

I nodded, still watching my berserker, then remembered she couldn’t see me. “Yep, and happy to do overtime with the clients you had to cancel.”

“No need. I called in some of the Yearning Harmony cupids to fill in. The clients were disappointed not to be matched by the one and only Cerys Concordia from Capture the Maiden, but we gave them the star treatment.”

More employees came with added benefits it seemed. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Devereaux returned and leaned against the wall like the hussy he was.

Soleil was still speaking as I hung up the phone.

“Food is on. Are you thirsty?” he asked, concern etched over his handsome features.

Thirsty?

“Yes, very thirsty.” Just not for water.

Devereaux pushed off the wall. “I’ll get—”

I dropped my towel.

And when I heard him choke?

Then I did some leaning of my own against the wall behind, hands resting at my lower back. Rivulets of water ran from the edges of my hair between my breasts and over my stomach. I pressed my thighs together. “Oops.”

A rumble shuddered from his chest, a sound I’d never get enough of.

I looked around the apartment. Still intact. There should be at least some ornaments on the floor with the lust filling the tiny apartment. Devereaux was far closer than he’d been during my vibrator stint the other night.

“That answers one question,” I said, sliding my gaze back to his.

Devereaux took one step forward, heat filling his eyes as he took me in, but he shook his head and stopped.

“What is it?”

“Trying to figure out what the hell I did right in life to deserve this. You have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen.”

I held my hair up and pivoted, glancing back at him, and smirking at what I could see straining in his pants.

My berserker approved of the back view too.

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