Page 91 of On Circus Lane

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Jack advises me. “Don’t scare him off, but finesse your way around it.”

“Finesse?”

He grimaces. “Yeah, not your best quality, babe.”

I think about that all night as the others drink, and I’m resolved to do as he suggested. But my plans are completely derailed when we get back to the flat, and Bee directs a very come hither look at me and pulls me into his bedroom.

Unfortunately, the blood flow draining from my brain and into my cock makes me forget all my resolutions, and I lose myself in his warm body, feeling his scent weave around me and hearing his moans and sighs in my ears. When I come, it’s almost painful in its intensity, and I shudder, jetting into the condom, clutching him close and feeling his spunk paint my stomach and chest.

We rest for a few seconds, and then I pull out slowly. He gives a displeased groan, and I get rid of the condom before turning back to him. He’s lying spreadeagled amongst the sheets, his hair a dark mess against the pillows.

“Okay?” I ask worriedly. “I was going a bit hard at the end. Did I hurt you?”

He smiles and gives a kittenish purr of satisfaction, which slightly reassures me. Then he opens his eyes and peers blearily at me. I wonder if he can actually see much of me without his glasses, so I grab them, setting them neatly on his nose. “Bee?”

He wrinkles his nose and gives me an almost shy smile, which is more charming than he’d like to know. “I’m fine. Thank you for my glasses.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stare at him for a moment. I need to go before I outstay my welcome, but as I turn to move away, he makes an inarticulate grumble and pulls me so that I fall against him. He immediately twines his arms around me. “No, stay,” he whispers.

My heart clenches. “Can I talk to you?” I say hesitantly.

I don’t know whether I’m relieved or disappointed when his answer is a soft snore, but the question is lost in the pleasure of him snuggling into me and falling asleep in my arms. I take my contacts out and then pull the covers over us, tucking them around him so he doesn’t get cold.

I’ll think about it tomorrow. There’s still time, I think sleepily.

BEE

I come awake to a horrendous banging on the door.

“What?” I whisper. “What is it?”

The banging happens again, and I grimace at the taste in my mouth.

“Bee, are you up?”

I blink. “Ivy?”

“Are you ready to go?”

The warm mass at my back shifts, and the arms wrapped around my torso tighten. “Mmm,” Tom says, pressing kisses to the nape of my neck. I shiver, leaning in, and then freeze as Ivy’s words register.

I raise my wrist to my eyes and peer shortsightedly at my watch. It takes me two goes before the horror of the situation sinks in.

“Oooooh,shit,” I shout, vaulting out of bed. I stumble on a corner of the duvet and face plant on the floor. There’s a second’s silence before Tom pops his head over the edge to stare down at me.

“You okay?”

Ivy bangs on the door again. “Bee?”

“Coming,” I croak.

“What is happening right now?” Tom says. “Is there a fire?”

“That might be preferable. It’s nine o’clock in the morning.”

It takes a second for the sleepiness to clear, and then recognition dawns. “Ohfuck.”

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