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He chuckles. “You’ll find out.” From behind, he wraps his arms around me and walks forward, his soft cock pressing against my ass. Does he really want me to fuck him? I wouldn’t have the slightest idea where to start, but the idea is… intriguing.
“I’ll get us a washcloth. We can shower in the morning.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“Trust me, waking up with dried cum in your pubes isn’t great.”
I find myself chuckling. “Very well.”
Borja goes into the bathroom and I sit on the edge of his bed, my mind still processing what we did tonight. We might do this again. Even though we shouldn’t, maybe one or two more hookups wouldn’t be so bad.
Chapter 16
Borja
Iwake up and roll over, seeking the warmth of Farnsworth’s body next to me, but the bed is cold. Peeling my eyes open, I look around the dark room, but he’s not here.
I hope he’s not freaking out about last night.
I slide from the bed, walk into the bathroom to take care of my needs, then head into the living room to look for him. I find him sitting on the couch, fully dressed in his suit, hair groomed, bent over a book.
“Hey.”
He turns his head to look at me. “Good morning.”
“Is it? What time is it?”
Farnsworth looks behind him at the stove in the kitchen. “Three a.m., apparently.”
“Why are you up?”
“I had an idea. I started thinking about the different pieces we have put together so far, and how they could lead to the next clue.”
“I’m listening.”
He smiles. “Yes, well, it would be far less distracting to talk to you if you put some clothes on.”
Chuckling, I drag my hand through my hair. “Be right back.”
In the bedroom, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, then rejoin Farnsworth in the living room, sitting next to him on the couch.
“Okay, so what are you thinking?”
“Well, so far, we know that the Horror has left bits and pieces of himself in several items. We have a book, a brooch, and a pocket watch. So, when I was thinking about all of those things and reading the missing pages from the book, I thought of a potential next object to seek out.”
“Yeah? What’s that? I’m all ears.”
“The brooch went missing for several years, we don’t know where it was or who it was donated by.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“I think if we can figure out where it was, we should be able to find the next piece. There has to be a connection to the family that had the brooch in their possession all this time.”
“Okay, so we know it was returned to the hotel by an anonymous source, right?”
“Yes, but I found some suspicions that a family—one of them was a cousin of the Wolcott family—had the item all those years before it was returned to the hotel.” He smiles. “That cousin was the father-in-law of Lady Brent.”
“Dang. You found all that?”
