Page 46 of Graveyards & Greed

I picked up my wine glass and took a healthy sip. His brief description sent all kinds of lurid images flashing through my brain, most of them with Drakos dominating and pleasuring a faceless woman in front of a crowd of well-dressed onlookers. My stomach tightened, and I didn’t know how to respond. Jealousy and lust speared through me, stealing my breath.

“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.

My eyes slid to the table. “I… don’t know. I need a minute to process.”

He stood and picked up a few dishes. “Let’s clean up and get ready for bed while you process. But I want you to be honest with me.”

Nodding, I followed him inside. After we got ready for bed and cleaned up the dinner mess, he gathered me in his arms and laid me out on his bed. Then he crawled on top of me and braced on his elbows.

“Alright. Talk.”

My stomach fluttered when the weight of his hips settled on me. His hard, bare chest made me itch to trace my fingers down his tight stomach to his hard length currently nestled against my center.

I hesitated, then let out a breath. “What little you’ve told me sounds intriguing and salacious, and I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t make me curious, but also a little homicidal. I’m going to need longer than fifteen minutes to process.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he relaxed against me. “You haven’t tried to run or shut me out, so tonight I consider it a win. For dessert, I want to suck and lick my way down your body and taste your sweet pussy.”

Softening under his hard body, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slid his legs between my thighs, opening me to him.

I grinned and arched up to nibble on his lips. “I’ve also never tried the sixty-nine or corkscrew positions before, and I’m curious how they work.” He growled and bit my shoulder.

Sunday morning started out so well that I didn’t see the implosion coming. I lounged like a lazy cat on Drakos's couch as he smirked down at me with a coffee cup in hand.

“My goal for today is to move just enough so you don’t think I’m dead.”

He set his cup down, bent and lifted me up, then sat with me draped across his warm lap.

I hadn’t bothered to put on a bra yet, and he cupped my breast as he picked up his coffee cup again. “There, that’s better.”

Slow need swirled through me as he softly stroked his thumb across my nipple. I snuggled into him and basked in the mid-morning sun filtering through his windows, half listening to the muted city sounds coming up from below us.

“My partners are coming over today to watch a basketball game and hang out, but we have a few hours.”

“‘Kay,” I murmured sleepily.

“Until then, I want to fuck you over the kitchen table again, then in the shower.”

I opened one eye and stared up at him in reluctant wonder. “How?”

He grinned. “Well, first I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet, and squirming under me, then I’ll insert my—”

“No, I mean how can you have that much stamina? I woke up with you inside me, and we’ve been at each other all week like horny teenagers. I didn’t know having this much sex was even possible.”

His lips quirked up and he trailed his hand inside my panties, slipping two fingers inside and testing my wetness. My hips instinctively arched to meet his fingers as he slowly worked them inside my tender pussy. We spent the rest of the morning on his kitchen table and then with me on my knees in his shower, choking on his cock as I worked my clit. Hunger finally pried us from the bed again, and Drakos whipped up some crepes for lunch. I pretended not to be impressed.

Lurking in my mind was the fact that today was officially the end of our bet. Drakos hadn’t brought it up, and I didn’t know how to broach the subject, especially with the video surfacing and him unilaterally assigning me a bodyguard. I knew it would be smart to have some space and distance to sort through my chaotic feelings. We’d secretly known each other for months, but things had moved at turbo speed over the last week.

A few minutes before the partners arrived, we dressed and set out drinks and snacks. He’d ordered catering from a local restaurant, and they delivered several succulent platters.

Ivan arrived first, his gray eyes scanning the table with approval. “Looks good. I’m fucking starving.”

Roman walked in next and studied me carefully. “Luna doesn’t know you’ve been here with Drakos all week. It feels like I’m deceiving her, so either you tell her by the end of the day, or I will.” He turned to Drakos. “If you somehow screw things up between Luna and me, I won’t be happy.”

Drakos shook his head. “Sylvie and I are none of your fucking business, and you’re lucky I didn’t tell Luna exactly what you were up to when she first walked into our offices.”

Roman lifted an eyebrow and grinned meanly. “It doesn’t matter now, does it? Luna is mywife,and she’s not going anywhere.” My eyes bounced between them as I avidly listened to their argument.

The loft buzzer went off, and Drakos stalked over to it. “What?”

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