He gulped audibly, and then forced out a strangled laugh. “Well, good morning to you too.”
“Fuck!”
“I’m not complaining or anything, but…” he tapped my bare knee with the tip of his finger. “I’m trapped.”
Mortified, I scrambled off his lap and onto my side of the bed. I hastily straightened my gown and yanked the hem down as far as it would go.
He rose to a sitting position then awkwardly adjusted himself in his thin sleep pants. I tried not to look. I really did. But I couldn’t help myself.
My eyes widened at the impressive bulge in his pants. I knew he felt large when I was on top of him but…wow.
I was grateful for the low lighting. I silently prayed that his vision wasn’t keen enough to see the flush surely staining my skin.
He chuckled quietly, and my gaze flicked to his. I found him already watching me. “Dreaming about me, princess? I’m flattered.”
I tried to laugh, but it came out choked. “I wasn’t…”
“Oh, was this you making a move on me, then? I’m certainly not saying no, why don’t you come back?—”
I threw a pillow at his head, smacking him right in the face. He laughed louder.
“Dreaming.” I gritted out. “Just dreaming.”
Curse that love potion… if he wasn’t drugged I would… I would…
What would I have done? Would I have crawled back onto his lap to finish what my dream had started? Would I have shoved my undergarments aside and seated myself on his hard, massive cock? The thought reignited the heat in my blood.
I absolutely would have.
I shook my head, struggling to clear my thoughts.
It was no use imagining. I couldn’t throw myself at a man enchanted with a love potion. That just—that just wasn’t right. No matter how warm and comfortable and delicious smelling he was.
Or how much he clearly wanted me to. His body, at least.
Just the love potion working its way through his system, I reminded myself.
I ran my hands through my hair, smoothing back the snarled curls.
“Must’ve been a nice dream,” he mumbled as he set a pillow over his lap.
“Shut up. We will never speak of this again. Deal?” I begged.
“Oh, but it’s such a good story!”
“Never. Again.”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine, this never happened. Now, would you like to use the washroom first, or shall I?”
CHAPTER 20
Tandor
My cock throbbed with an incessant ache that was almost painful. I hunched over the sink in the tiny washroom, debating if I could spend any more time in the room without drawing suspicion.
I had already rubbed myself to release once, but that wasn’t enough.
I kept thinking about Kizzi and her soft, malleable thighs, the way they cradled my hips so perfectly… The way she rubbed herself against my?—
