Page 54 of Beast

There’s a knock on the door and Bambi, one of the club girls, walks in carrying a breakfast tray.

“Good morning,” she says with a smile. Her eyes sweep over Belle and happiness dances in them when she brings her gaze back to me. “Mrs. V whipped up some of her famous waffles for you both, as well as some bacon and eggs. There’s also a pot of fresh coffee and some fresh orange juice. If you want anything else, I’m happy to get it for you.”

“This will be sufficient, thank you Bambi,” I say. “You can put the tray on the end of the bed.”

She does as she is told and places the tray on the bed at our feet, then looks at us again. “Will that be all?”

Bubbly and sweet, Bambi is also a massive gossip and will run back to the kitchen to let everyone know that Belle spent the night in my bed.

“No. Spread the word. We’re not to be disturbed until I have to attend Church later this morning.” I look at Belle. “I’m going to be busy until then.”

Bambi can barely contain her squeal of excitement. “Of course, I will tell the others you’re not to be disturbed.”

She practically skips out of the room.

When she’s gone, Belle lets out a deep breath. “Well, that was awkward.”

I look down on her flushed face. “You did well, little one.”

Instead of fighting me, or replying with sass, she remains silent. I’m figuring it’s because of the kiss. Namely those little whimpers that told me exactly what she was feeling. What was happening to her body as she rocked against me.

She must’ve been close—hell, I was close.

And she hates that she was.

I can see it written all over her face.

Feeling a cramp in my leg, I shift my body slightly, and her eyes flare. They shine up at me with expectation, and if I’m not mistaken, I think she wants me to move closer.

She licks her lips, and I watch her tongue slide across the soft skin that’s plump and swollen from kissing me, and I know without a doubt I want to kiss her again. No, I want to kiss her hard and then pin her to this bed and make her moan.

Fuck, I wish she’d stop looking at me that way. It makes me want to do things I’ve got no business doing. She bites down on her lip. Her eyes heavy with lust, her pulse pounding in her neck. I feel her legs part, and I want to slide between them so badly I can barely think straight.

I force myself to move away from her and lean against the pillows. I need to put some distance between us because being this close is too tempting.

“So what do we do now?” she asks. And all I can think of is the hundred different things I want to do and all of them end with me inside her.

“We eat breakfast.”

I climb off the bed and pull on a T-shirt, then bring the breakfast tray of food to the bed.

“I was thinking of visiting my uncle today,” she says, before taking a mouthful of waffles.

I nod. I’m not worried about her trying to flee. I’ve secured her compliance.

She looks surprised. “Really?”

“Are you going to try and escape?”

“I think we both know it’s not in me or my uncle’s best interests if I do.”

“Then you are free to go.”

Her smile is big. And damn, why does it feel like there’s a tight knot in my chest whenever I see it?

She scoops up the last of the whipped cream on the waffles, and slowly sucks it from her spoon, and watching her sends all the blood from my brain to my cock.

I need to get out of this room before I do something stupid.

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