Page 129 of Heir

She gasped but didn’t stop me. I winked. “Delicious.”

“You can have some of my food,” she said shyly.

I thought back to Blue’s words. “Baby, why are you concerned about what I eat?”

“Huh?” She moved her eyes down to my throat, to the butterfly on my neck. I noticed she stared at it a lot, especially when she was unsure about something.

I knew what Blue had told me, but I wanted to hear it from her, though I already had a pretty clear image of who the girl in my arms was.

Her fingers twiddled with the fabric of my shirt. “I know what it’s like to starve. I always hated it, and I—I guess I just don’t want you to feel like that.”

I worked to not show the anger on my face.

Fuck. Me.

Was that why she kept putting more food on my plate?

She bit her lip nervously. “Stupid, isn’t it? I know you’re not starving. But I… I get this voice in my head that it might not be enough for you, and I…”

She shook her head.

“No, pretty girl. That’s not stupid. Okay? I love that you care about me—” Something strange moved in her eyes when I said “care” and fuck me, but I could feel my heart beat erratically. Gemma didn’t simply care about me.

This girl fucking loved me.

I drew her closer to me and fed her some more.

I kissed the side of her head. “I’m not starving, but I’ll let you know if I’m hungry. I’ll let you feed me.”

My lips twisted at the joke, but Gemma did not take it as such. She nodded seriously, looking so fucking adorable that a strong wave of possessiveness came over me.

“I’ll feed you,” she said. “Like you are with me.”

I bit back the laugh. “I would appreciate that, baby.”

She smiled widely at me, and fuck if I didn’t feel like I was on top of the world.

I fed her some more, keeping my hand curved around her thigh as she ate. Before I knew it, she had finished more than half her plate. More than what she normally ate.

I finished what was left while she rested her head on my chest and waited for me.

“Are you sure that’s enough?” she asked when I pushed the plate away.

“I’ll eat more later.”

She relaxed and leaned back against me.

My fingers drew indistinguishable shapes on her skin. My hard-on was back.

Fuck, but why was I being good now?

Without saying anything, I grabbed the plate and set it on the nearby chair, away from the table.

She looked at me questioningly. I smiled wickedly at her as I set her on top of the table in front of me.

Her breath caught.

Now she was getting it.

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