I could picture her, giving in to her need for me to sate her. She’d open the door, strip out of her clothes, and join me under the hot water.
As I fantasized, my strokes grew more fevered. Now I was chasing release as much as I was baiting her. Who said work wasn’t fun?
Time to break out the big guns, as they say.
“Merri. Yeah, baby, just like that.”
She sucked in a breath.
Bullseye.
But then she said, “You weren’t supposed to use this bathroom.”
She sprinted away, the slam of her door hard enough I imagined the walls rattled from the force.
Ooh . . . Looks like I touched a nerve.
Knowing that I was getting to her only fueled my desire for this game of cat and mouse we were playing. She wanted me. Craved me.
Me.
Well, technically, Cole. But only because she didn’t know better. Yet.
It was cute that she assumed going to her room would keep this moment from affecting her. There was a door connecting the bathroom to her boudoir. And I wasn’t quiet when I came.
Honestly, I didn’t understand men who wouldn’t make noise. How else was your partner supposed to know you were enjoying yourself?
Cock pulsing, I shot one hand out and braced myself on the tile wall. I hadn’t planned to actually get myself off, but I was all in now. Why not enjoy the fireworks?
“I’m so close, baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Just when it seemed victory was in reach, I caught the fumbling at her door and the rush of her feet back down the hall.
“Bollocks,” I snapped, my true voice slipping out due to my frustration.
I’d beenright there. Not just with tipping Merri over the edge, but myself as well. The loss of my audience was, well... deflating. In more ways than one.
“It is never advisable to leave the devil with blue balls, little minx. You’ll just have to take care of that later.”
Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I needed to lean into the forced proximity of our situation now that I’d gotten her so worked up she’d had to run. We were never going to conceive my antichrist without her letting me—and my cock—in. She was too in her head, too worried about feeding off Cole or about her stupid horsemen, to give herself what she needed. What she truly wanted.
Me.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I wiped my hand over the fogged-up mirror. Cole’s face stared back at me, all but the eyes. I had to keep my beautiful irises. They were too stunning to hide. A sneer curled my lip as I looked at the man these circumstances forced me to pretend to be.
“Prepare for your final act, Cole. If this face isn’t enough to get the job done, then perhaps it’s time to retire it.” As I spoke, my reflection rippled in the mirror until I was looking at my true self, the one I’d shown her in her dreams. “And I just so happen to know she’s a real fan of this one.”
It had been nearlyan hour before she returned. I’d settled myself in the living room with a surprisingly well-written thriller to pass the time. It was adorable that she thought she’d be able to sneak behind me on her way to her bedroom, and I gave her enough grace to let her skulk by before calling over my shoulder, “Everything okay, Merri?”
Look at me, sincerity dripping from every word.
She froze, indecision radiating out of her.
I turned so I could see her fully, not giving her the option of ignoring me or the question.
Clearing her throat, she ran a hand through her long hair. “Um, yeah. Fine. Just wanted to stretch my legs.”
“Are you hungry? I can give you something to eat.” Standing, I began closing the distance between us with slow, purposeful steps. She, in turn, backed away, eyes darting toward the hall.
