“You’re hard,” I deadpanned.
He looked up, propping his chin on my stomach, his eyes twinkling with mischief.“When am I not when you’re around?”
“You’re such a flirt,” I said, pinching his cheek playfully.“Do you say that to every woman?”
“I do not,” Dylan pouted, exaggerating his innocence.“In fact, my dick is broken.Didn’t even twitch when I was watching amateur porn.”
My eyebrows raised at his absurd words.But oddly enough, it made my heart skip.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, trying to push him off and get up, but it was hard considering there was a two-hundred pound of muscular guy sleeping on me.
“Dylan,” I said sternly.“Get up.”
“No,” he said, not budging an inch.
“Dylan.”
“Katie,” he grinned, planting a kiss on my stomach, his lips warm and soft.
“Stop being stubborn,” I scolded, wriggling to break free, but every motion seemed to make him even harder.“Amanda will wake up and?—”
“Don’t worry about her,” he said, crawling up my body, kissing my nipples tenderly while fondling the other with a firm hand.
I bit my lip, fighting the moan threatening to escape as he hovered above me.
“How about we start the day right?”he whispered, his green eyes darkening with lust.He leaned in, lips brushing mine.
I closed my eyes?—
But a loud knock on the door tore us apart.
“Katie!”Amanda’s voice called from the other side.“Wake up!”
I pushed Dylan away and looked around the bed to find my clothes, but it was hard because he had turned into a clingy dog, touching me everywhere when I tried to get dressed.
“I’m up!”I shouted back, glaring at him as he frowned, seeing me hurriedly cover my breasts.He was so—ugh!
“Have you seen Dylan by any chance?”Amanda asked.
My eyes widened at the sight of him sprawled naked across the bed, waving lazily at me as I shoved my legs into shorts.
“Uh… no,” I lied, feeling bad.
“Really?”she pressed.“He’s not answering his door.”
That’s because he’s being an annoyingly clingy puppy and stopping me from getting dressed and acting as if I’m hiding all his favorite treats.
“I don’t know,” I said, making my way to the washroom, shoving a toothbrush in my mouth and brushing furiously.
Normally, my mornings were slow and peaceful.With gentle skincare routine, soft music playing as I talked to Pollux about my day.
But there was six-foot-four inches of pure muscle pouting behind me and following me everywhere.He even stayed right outside the door when I went to the washroom.
“Can you act like an adult?”I whispered-yelled at him, flinging his t-shirt over his face and shoving his pants and boxers onto his chest.
“I am,” he whined, puppy-eyes plastered on me as he started getting dressed at the pace of a sloth.Then, fumbling, he accidentally activated the vibrator we had hidden in the nightstand.
I snatched it from his hands and stashed it away.If Amanda found it, she’d giggle and buy me a bigger one.
