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“Gotta say, that is by far the best dessert I’ve ever had,” he jokes.
She stands up, stretching her arms above her head. His eyes are on her, roaming her body, and are so heated that you’d never know they hadn’t just fucked twice. She looks around, trying to avoid what else his eyes are saying, and sees the mess they have left in their wake. With a flick of her wrist, the floor and counter are spotless, and the dishes are finally put into the dishwasher. As she turns to pick up her robe, which she doesn’t remember taking off, he scoops her up into his arms.
“I think we are in need of a shower, witchling.”
Petra can only nod in response as a wave of sleepiness overcomes her. She leans her head into his shoulder as he marches them upstairs.
Petra fell asleep immediately post-shower, still wrapped in the towel with her hair all a mess. When she wakes the next morning, she is alone. She reaches over, groggily searching for Lachlan’s body, but his spot is cold, signaling he’s been up for a bit.
She rolls onto her back, stretching her arms above her head and reaching toward the end of the bed with her toes. The stretch is soothing and helps to center her thoughts.
We are just fucking,she tells herself.We are just friends who are fucking. We are just friends who got married because I needed to, and who happen to be fucking. We are just friends.
She repeats this mantra in her head over and over until she thinks she has said it enough times to believe it. Or until she hopes she believes it.
As she is contemplating getting up, she hears the door open downstairs, followed by footsteps, making their way to the bedroom. She draws the blanket around her—she doesn’t know why, it’s not like he hasn’t seen every inch of her already—just before Lachlan enters holding two coffees.
“Good morning, wife,” he says, a bright smile spreading across his face. He is wearing gray sweatpants and a black hooded sweatshirt, and his hair is tied back in a bun. She wants to peel his clothes off and ride him right there. He is that sexy.
She clears her throat, trying to refocus. “Good morning.” She smiles back.
“I went out and got us some breakfast,” he says, stepping forward and holding out one of the coffee cups for her. “Vanilla latte with a caramel drizzle, lactose-free milk.”
Her stomach flutters.
She sits up, reaching for the cup with one hand while still holding the duvet. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I wanted to.”
“Well, thank you. How did you know my order?” she asks, curious.
“Petra. We’ve been friends for years. I pay attention.”
Friends. Friends who fuck.
“This is wonderful.” She takes a drink and dances with caffeinated joy as the first sip slides down her throat.
“Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll meet you downstairs? I picked up some pastries for us, too.”
“Sounds great. I’ll be down in a minute.”
Lachlan nods and leaves the room.
Friends.
Friends.
Friends, she repeats, trying to calm the fluttery feeling in her stomach.
We are just friends. Friends with benefits.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Lachlan
Things with Petra were going well. Better than well. Obviously, the sex has been mind-blowing, and neither one of them seems to be able to get enough. He admits that demons can be known for having incredible stamina, but he’s never experienced anything like he has with her. Usually, there is some kind of downtime—not long, but something—yet he is immediately ready to go again with her. Being with her is nearly enough to drive him wild. Allowing his demon to come out and play during their escapades has been freeing, and truly, it only makes him want her more. That she didn’t shy away when the horns appeared says so much about who she is.
But it’s not just the sex. He’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and if he’s honest with himself, he’s felt that way since they first met. He did his best to stay in his friend lane, but once he offered to marry her to save her title, all bets were out the window. It was like a floodgate opened, and he couldn’t stop the rush. His heart aches when he’s away from her for too long. She feeds a part of him that he didn’t know was starving.
