“That’s it? You gave up easily.”
He was disappointed. Because he might say that he wanted me to sleep and stop distracting him, but in reality, he didn’t want our conversation to end. The realization made me brave and so I decided to go one step further.
“No, you are right.
You are talking to very important people
down there and I don’t want to be distracting you.”
His response came quickly again.
“Bullshit.”
Fates—damn it. I could hear him say that single word in my head, in that impossibly sexy voice, and I was undone. Heat pooled low in me, and my hand shook as I scribbled down my response:
“Honestly, stop messaging me, I am kinda busy right now.”
I got comfortable in bed now, dimmed the lights in my room and closed my eyes, waiting for his response.
“I am sure you want me to ask you
what you’re doing that you are so busy, don’t you?”
He was teasing me, and I was fucking loving it.
“You’re the God of Wisdom, pretty sure you can
figure it out without me having to tell you.”
A few seconds passed.
“With the way this conversation is going,
I am pretty sure that I will be ‘busy’ the whole night too.”
Fuck… the thought of him naked in his room, his hands on his cock, thinking about me was almost too much for me. This was actual torture, but the best kind.
“Shocking! And here I thought I was talking to the purest of them all.”
I could almost hear him chuckle at that.
“I am a 500-year-old-virgin, Mae. How do you think I cope?”
This man had me going from being turned on to laughing until I cried and I had never experienced anything like it.
“Would you like me to tell you what I am doing right now?”
No idea where this bravery of mine came from. It probably wasn’t my brain doing the talking right now. His answers consisted of two words.
“No. Yes.”
I smiled and got comfortable in my bed.
“I keep wondering how your hands would feel in mine. That day in your
office when I put my hand on yours, I could feel the strength in it,
the raw power flowing over into my body.
