Page 41 of Inferno

His eyes heat with need and want, but he still shakes his head.

“Boy,” I growl, lacing the single word with a warning. “I can’t fuck you in that tiny bed.”

“Anders,” he whines.

“You want that, don’t you? You want me to stretch your virgin hole out and claim you with my dick, don’t you?”

“Anders.” My name on his lips is a plea, but I don’t know if he wants me to stop or keep going, and that’s enough to have me pulling back to look at him.

“Tell me what you want, Kitten,” I order.

“I…I don’t know,” he admits.

It’s not what I want to hear, but I appreciate his honesty. “I’m staying here with you tonight,” I tell him, kissing him hard before I step back and kick off my shoes.

“What?” he splutters. “You want to stay here…with me?”

“I’d prefer it if you’d come home with me, but you don’t want that. So yeah, I’m staying here.”

“But…” His lips are parted, his gaze clouded as he tries to think of a reason why I can’t stay. But it doesn’t matter what he says, if he’s staying here, so am I.

“What do you normally do once you get home?” I ask, climbing onto his bed and settling against his thin pillows.

“I usually…I have a shower, then dinner, then I go to sleep.”

“Well, we already ate, so why don’t you put those leftovers in the refrigerator, then you can shower and we can sleep.”

“Sleep…together…here?”

“Yes, Kitten, right here.” I pat the bed beside me.

“Do you want to shower?” he stutters, fumbling over his words.

“No, I’m fine, you go ahead,” I say, arching an eyebrow at him expectantly.

“Oh.” He’s flustered again, and I have to swallow back my grin. Pulling my cell from my pocket, I tap the screen and pretend to be paying it attention as he scurries over to the corner that holds the plastic totes and starts to open them. I want to turn and watch, but I don’t until I hear the sound of the water running.

There’s a rustle of fabric, and I hear the stall door open then close. Once I’m sure he’s under the water, I turn to watch him, unabashedly staring at his nakedness as he rushes to wash in the tiny cubicle.

I wait for the small space to fill with steam, but it doesn’t, and I furrow my brow as I watch Henry’s frantic movements. I’d assumed he was rushing because I was here, but as the minutes pass, I realize that’s not what’s making him move so quickly.

I’m on my feet before I even process I’ve moved. Henry squeaks with surprise when I pull the stall door open and plunge my hand under the icy cold water.

“What the fuck?” I snarl, reaching in and turning the shower off. “The water is freezing. What the hell are you doing? You’ll make yourself ill.”

“What?” Henry asks, his teeth chattering.

“Get out here and get warm,” I snap, grabbing the towel that’s hung over the edge of the sink and wrapping it around him. It’s not large enough to cover him properly, so I rub at his skin frantically trying to warm him up.

“I still have soap on me,” he protests as I roughly handle him.

“A little soap is better than hypothermia. Why the hell would you shower in cold water?”

“All the hot water is usually gone by the time I get home,” he says, his teeth still chattering, despite being mostly dry.

“Get into bed, you’re freezing,” I order.

“I usually wear pajamas,” he mumbles, his cheeks blushing pink as his eyes dart to a pile of fabric on top of the toilet.

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