Page 49 of Facing Off
The next two minutes are spent on my phone.
“Sonya.” Hughes is knocking on the door. “Why did you send me a gift card?”
“For the breakfast.”
The knocking stops. Less than a minute later, my phone pings. I stare at the notification, then barge out of the bathroom. My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of my head. “You can’t send one back to me. Especially with that many more zeroes!”
Hughes was leaning against the wall and now comes off it. “Why not?”
“I’m sending the same amount back,” I threaten, going to my phone.
His gaze sharpens on me. “Do it. And I’ll send you five times more.”
He’s already starting the process of sending me more, and I can’t think. Instinctively, I charge over to stop him.
With how much bigger he is, I wouldn’t be able to get close to him if he wasn’t being so careful with me. But now I’m here, pushing my shoulder into his arm trying to get his phone, and we topple over.
Hughes switches our positions last second, so his body hits the ground, and I’m falling on top of him.
I struggle against him, trying to get back up.
His robe opens.
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ADRIAN
I can’t think.I can’t move. Sonya is on top of me, and she won’t stop moving. She needs to, because her cheek is moving against my chest. Naked chest, that is. And naked body, except for the compression shorts I’ve got on. Not that they’re doing a good job of holding anything down right now. They might as well be cotton for how little it matters. If she lowered her hand a bit…
Sonya does and makes a startled, choked sound. “What is that?”
“I-Is that a serious question?”
“Yes.”
Fuck.
“Ignore it,” I start.
“Ignore what? Your third leg?” She lifts her head, not moving far, because my arms are locked around her waist. They’ve been holding onto her tight since we were falling, because I had to make sure Sonya didn’t get hurt. And now…
Alarm bells go off in my head. This isn’t good. This is bad. I can’t know what the weight of her feels like on topof me. Not when I already can’t think straight around Sonya, wanting her so badly that desperate longing cracks my chest open.
I try to lift her off me without our bodies rubbing against each other. It doesn’t work. There’s resistance, I don’t understand. We only get so far, with me sitting up and her sprawled across my lap.
“Wait. Did thatthingjust pulse?” Sonya’s eyes widen. “How?” Her voice is full of disbelief. “How is it on my hip and also near my belly button?”
Never in a million years did I think when I woke up this morning that we’d end up talking about my dick. “There’s a…curve, darling.”
Her breath hitches. She’s motivated now, using the broadness of my chest as a platform to push me backwards so I’m lying down again and to pull herself off…
And we’re still stuck. All that did was make her fall back on top of me.
Our gazes drop at the same time.
“Seriously, Hughes, your robe is stuck to my shirt”—she hisses—”Also, why does your robe have buttons, it makes no damn sense.”
“They looked cool!”
