Page 48 of Deadly Sights

“Damn, you here making us all teary-eyed and shit and we didn’t even start the movies yet.” Moni fans her face. “You’re a menace.”

“I can take a hint.” I leave with a lighter step as I make my way down the hall to Julian’s suite.

I open the door to a familiar sight. Julian kneels, knees spread and naked, as he’s done every night since we slept together. And I…I’m nothing like I was. For the first time, I’m not wearing makeup to conceal my scar, and the sexiest thing about what I’m wearing is… Actually, there’s nothing sexy about the flannel hotel pajamas I have on.

But from Julian’s heated stare and rising dick, my sleepwear must be pretty damn provocative.

“How long have you waited for me like this?” I ask.

At my voice, Leaper runs from a side room to rub her head against me. I squat to pet her while Julian responds to my question.

“Since the food arrived, so I’d say a minute.”

“Thank you.” I leave Leaper to stand beside Julian. I tilt his face up and lean down to kiss him.

He opens his mouth in invitation, and the temptation is too much for me to pass up. I stroke my tongue inside and moan. “You ate chocolate.”

He grins. “I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a taste of you on the side.”

I kiss him again, lingering over our connection with a needy moan. “Mmm, I think you might become my new favorite dessert.” I leave him to survey the food he had delivered.

A colorful spread tantalizes my vision. The deep purple and gold beets with herbed goat cheese, vibrant collared greens sauteed with garlic, and vivid carrots accompany a thick ribeye.

“Everything looks delicious. Join me.”

Julian rises and seats me before pulling a chair beside me.

I’m still getting used to this new dynamic between us. A couple nights ago, I questioned why he always had food waiting for me when I arrived. He said it was one way serving me fulfilled him, which reminded me of his joy while cooking for me, even if at the time I was less than welcoming of his advances.

Because of that, I offered to eat with him once a day. His gratitude, kneeling and kissing my feet in reverence, left me speechless. Alongside my inability to speak, another sensation I couldn’t name grew. His happiness touched my heart, making me want to find more ways to please him.

As Julian noted on more than one occasion, I go hard for my people, but there’s more meaning when I do so for him. I don’t understand it, but I like the feeling too much to resist it.

“Did you follow me again today?” I ask while he spoons food onto my plate.

An unrepentant grin flits across his face. “You saw me.” At my nod, he chuckles. “That’s why you went into the lingerie store. You were toying with me.”

“Are you disappointed I didn’t buy anything?” I lick my lips before taking a bite of steak.

Julian’s heated irises zero in on my mouth. “Not at all. I bought everything you liked and had it delivered.” He nodded toward the stack of packages in the corner I hadn’t noticed upon entering. The bags sport more than the lingerie store’s logo.

I shake my head. “Of course you did.” I hand him the envelope from the ladies. “My friends know about you. They caught you leaving the office.”

He removes the letters inside while I eat. Every once in a while, he chuckles. “They seem like good people. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your bloodthirsty nature rubbed off on them.”

I quirk my brow but ignore his dig. “They want to meet you.”

He studies me in silence. “What do you want?”

“I don’t like discussing you when you aren’t around, so maybe it’s not a bad idea.”

“When?”

“Thanksgiving.”

“I’ll be there.”

His easy acceptance lifts the invisible weight I’ve carried since they first interrogated me about Julian. Maybe it won’t be so bad for both my worlds to intersect.

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