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He’s groggy as he lifts his head, his jaw slack with a smile. “Ughhh.”
“I know. I know you’re tired,” I say gently. Raising my eyebrows, I point at the floor. “But whores clean up their messes.”
It doesn’t even take him a second to bend down and lick one long stripe of his cum off the floor. I thank myself for being so diligent about cleaning because this is too hot to not watch. Hispink tongue flicks out and he moans as he swipes the floor clean. As soon as he’s done, his shaking arms reach for me, and I lean down to pick him up and set him on my lap. The minute he’s settled, he bursts into tears, but I’m not worried. I know that must have been a lot for him, so I just hold him through it.
“My perfect princess did such a good job,” I praise, petting the back of his head as I sway us side-to-side. “Such a good job. That’s it. Let it out. I’m right here.”
Nodding, he holds on to me like an anchor as he continues to weep. We sit like that for almost an hour with me praising the fuck out of him until his sobs subside. Once he’s more settled, I pull his head back so I can wipe away his tears and kiss him soundly.
I pour all my love and devotion into the kiss. Pour every ounce of me into the embrace. Show my dedication and loyalty with the way I flick my tongue gently against his.
“Fuck me,” he whispers against my lips. “Cassius. I need you to fuck me.”
I suck in a sharp breath. While I’d love that…it’s not the right time. I shake my head slowly and fall back until we’re both lying on the bed. “Just sleep.”
“Cassius,” he whines, already trying to reach for my hardening cock. “I need you inside me.”
I stop his wrist and shake my head again. “No. Go to sleep, sunshine.”
He goes to protest, but then yawns, and I laugh as he rolls his eyes.
“See, I wore you out.”
“Your cock did,” he clarifies, yawning again as he snuggles into my chest. “Jesus, Cass. You’re packing a monster dick. I can’t wait to feel it splitting me open.”
He talks as if this isn’t temporary. Like fucking is a natural progression to what we’ve been doing. I mean, it is. I want tofuck him more than I want to breathe, but it’s more than that. I don’t just want a dirty, quick fuck where I degrade him. I want to… Jesus Christ, I want to make love to him. When I slide into him for the first time, I want it to be because he can recognize my feelings for him.
Because he’s realized that I’mthe one.
So, until then, I’ll settle for this.
Little by little.
Because he’s worth the wait.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Skylar
“You looklike you have to pee.”
Bouncing on my toes, I huff. I feel some type of way, but it’s not that. Well, maybe I do have to pee. I did drink a lot of water. Like, aconcerningamount of water. Is it possible to have too much water in your system? Like, will I blow up or just pop or?—
“Sunshine. You still with us?”
I snap my head toward Cassius. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, making him look far too sexy and wolfish for his own good. Licking his lips, he eyes me up and down as he pets his lap. “Come.”
And like a good little puppy, I sit.
“So, do you have to pee?” Max asks again, leaning back into the booth. “Because, like, I held it once for, like, twelve hours, little dude. Nearly had to go to the hospital.”
In one rare occurrence, the entire crew is here. We had a meeting earlier, before the start of the night, for all staff members. So, Rhys, Elton, Knox, Butch, Cassius, and I give our newest employee the most bewildered looks.
Max blinks like an adorably lost deer and cocks his head. “No?”
“I think he’s nervous.” Shoving his hand under my shirt, Cassius rubs my stomach soothingly. “I know what’s got you all wound up.”
“I think weallknow,” Rhys drones, unable to take his eyes off his phone. “He needs to talk to Davis.”
