“Hmm.”
I cut the call and shove my phone into my jacket pocket, letting out a long exhale with a smile.
I spend the rest of the day writing and editing, and now I’m sitting on my chair, cursing Zoan. He said “okay” to coming home early and hasn’t shown up. It’s already seven.
I decide to call him back and remind him to leave that bloody office and bring his ass home.
“Hey Veni, make a call to that damned adopted brother of mine.”
“You want me to call Zoan?”
I open my mouth, but my door opens before I can say anything. When I see the handsome figure stepping inside the room, a smile spreads across my pursed lips.
“Nothing, Veni.”
“Okay.”
I watch him walking closer to me with steady steps, the same distance and rhythm between each one.
“You are late,” I try to sound mad, but I don’t think anyone can look mad when puppy love is written all over their face.
He bends down and lifts me off my chair. I hug him instantly. He drags a long breath near my neck, walking out of my room. He does the same one more time.
“Why are you sniffing me?” I ask, grinning, rolling my face on his shoulder to look at him.
“Inhaling my life,” he murmurs against my neck, taking a long, deep drag again.
He takes us into his room, closes the door, and walks toward the closet. After setting me on the table in the center, he starts undressing, watching me.
“You brought me here to watch you undress?” I raise my brows.
He chuckles. “I brought you here to watch you.”
He places his jacket neatly on the table, then removes his belt and arranges it just as carefully, without making a sound.
“Zoan, do you have certain OCDs?”
He comes closer to me, unbuttoning his shirt. “I have many, but the strongest one is watching you.” That reminds me of something I need to discuss with him.
I play with his collar while he removes his golden cufflinks. “I wanted to ask you something.”
He kisses my neck while removing his shirt. “Ask.”
I run my fingers over his shoulder muscles. “Later,” I breathe.
I don’t think I’m the type of person who needs foreplay, watching him undress is more than enough for me.
He removes his pants and places them over the other clothes, then holds my thighs and drags me closer to the edge of the table.
Standing only in his briefs, he still looks magnificent. I can never understand how he radiates so much power.
“Let’s bathe.”
I hold his shoulders, kissing along his jaw, which has a light stubble. “Shouldn’t we do that later?”
He smiles. I kiss the corner of his mouth, and in the next second, he holds my neck and takes both of my lips in his mouth. I manage to take one out and lick his lowerlip, then nibble on it. Our tongues meet, and the temperature of the closet rises.
He removes my t-shirt, then my sweatpants. I see my naked self lying on the table reflected in the mirror beside us.
