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“Hit me,” I say and place my elbows on the table, my chin cradled in between my hands.
“I tell people I am allergic to strawberries.”
“Are you?”
“Not even a little. I just don’t like the idea of the seeds being on the outside. It’s like an inside-out fruit.” Adelbert’s mouth turns down in disgust and a shudder runs down his body.
I burst out laughing, doubling over in my seat and clutching my stomach. When I look up, Adelbert’s eyes sparkle with a joy I have not witnessed in him before and a warm, fuzzy sensation takes root deep inside me.
Chat Log
THE BRETHREN
Sawyer: Is it true that women need chocolate to survive?
Jamie: Who told you that?
Sawyer: Louisa says she can’t function without chocolate. I don’t have any at my cabin.
Harvey: It is not required sustenance, but it will make your life a hell of a lot easier if you get her some.
Erik: How long until the bond is gone?
Daehan: Don’t know. Bertie?
Adelbert: Still unclear. Better to get the chocolate. Make her feel comfortable.
Sawyer: Is there a special kind?
Edmond: Ask her. She’ll tell you. But if in doubt, buy the expensive option. You’ll thank me later.
Chapter sixteen
Adelbert
I drag my feet through the dark, quiet hallways leading toward the kitchen the next morning, in desperate need of caffeine.
Florence and I continued to chat about trivial matters over lunch, our conversation so engaging that I stayed in the kitchen much longer than I intended. I have never gotten so lost in a moment with another person as I did yesterday, it has only ever happened with my work. I even forgot to take my phone with me when I left the study, which resulted in a couple of missed calls from Jamie, Jasper, and Edmond.
After returning to my study, I was hit by a wave of arousal that I am fairly certain was Florence pleasuring herself in her room. Try as I might, my mental barriers could not withstand the strength of her emotions as they built and built, until I finally unzipped my pants.
I pictured Florence laid out on my desk, legs propped on either side of my chair as I fed my cock into her silky pussy. The image was so vivid that I didn’t even have time to grab a tissue, spilling into my hand as Florence’s orgasm pulsed through the house.
Before my guilt could get the best of me, I pretended I was rubbing my warm, sticky cum all over her skin, painting her with the essence of my basest being.
Then, I wiped away all the evidence and zipped up my pants like nothing had happened. I didn’t allow my brain to linger on what I just did as I got back to work and returned the calls I had missed.
What my friends divulged was the final element I had been missing and I confirmed all my theories around an hour before dawn, just before falling asleep at my desk for a couple of minutes.
I stumble into the kitchen with one hand against the wall. An interesting emotion presses against my psyche, causing my head to snap up.
“Good morning,” Florence says brightly from her spot at the kitchen table. The cat is curled up on her lap and a cup of tea is steaming in front of her.
I blink a couple of times in hopes that it will wake me up faster.
Is it mirth I sense from her?
“The coffee just finished brewing. Can I pour you a cup?” she asks sweetly.
