I get up, completely naked.
“Boyfriend?” she calls when I’m crossing the doorway. I turn back with a proud smile. “Please stay away from open windows.”
“Don’t worry,Little Fae,” I promise as I head downstairs.
***
“Did someone wake up with good ideas?” I ask with my eyes still closed, feeling Nina’s lips wrapped around my cock.
“Good morning, boyfriend.”
“Good morning,Little Fae,” I greet her, fully aware of the scene unfolding before me—my erection sinking calmly between her lips. “If this is your idea of revenge, Little Fae, you chose poorly,” I warn, but she silences me by circling my balls with her thumb, making me jerk against the mattress.
Nina plants a quick kiss on the glossy head of my cock and looks up at me, suddenly worried.
“If it’s bad, will you tell me?”
“It’s you,Little Fae,” I reassure, bringing my hand to her face and trying to sit up to calm her—but the rest of my words die in my throat when a small but firm hand on my chest stops me.
“I didn’t say you could get up, boyfriend. I just said to tell me if something went wrong. It’s my first time doing this,” she explains, bossy and confident.
“I’m all yours to experiment with anything you want,” I promise, lacing my fingers behind my head, ready to enjoy the moment.
“I know. My boyfriend, my cock, my moment. It’s long past time I step off the stage of your favorite show and watch the premiere of mine.”
She confides with a wink.
“Please.”
CHAPTER 24
NINA MARCHESI
“What?” Nero asks when I stay quiet for too long, staring at mile after mile of cotton fields.
I look away toward him, my cheeks warm, but I say nothing. I refuse to admit out loud that I was imagining him shirtless, the tattooed skin of his arms and chest slick with sweat, wearing nothing but worn jeans, a hat shielding his face from the sun, and work gloves—during a very obscene cotton-harvesting session.
Of course, Nero understands exactly where my thoughts went without me needing to say a single word.
“You were thinking about sex, weren’t you?” he asks, and I don’t answer again. “I’ve created a monster,” he declares, pretending to be horrified. The little smile on his face, however, makes it obvious that the only thing he feels about it is pride.
“Maybe I was imagining you as a cotton farmer…” I confess softly, and his smile widens.
“Don’t provoke me, Nina. Or I swear to God I’ll send every damn employee home early today just so I can fuck you right there among the cotton rows.”
“How much work would that take?” I tease, and the look in Nero’s eyes tells me that no matter how much work it would be, he’d do it.
“Mr. Nero Zanthos.”
The voice of his assistant, Icarus—whom I met earlier today—interrupts us.
In his effort to eliminate all the lonely hours from my days while my mother is away, Nero suggested that the shop’s day off would be an excellent opportunity for me to see his work up close. It’s not that he didn’t give me a choice—but honestly, what choice did I have?
The more time I spend by his side, the more time I want to spend there. And if that weren’t reason enough to accept his suggestion, my curiosity certainly was. I really wanted to see him in his own environment.
I turn my face toward Icarus the moment I hear his voice, but Nero keeps looking at me as if he’s about to devour me for a few more seconds before finally turning too.
“Yes, Icarus.”
