I stared at the ceiling, my body still humming from his touch, from his kisses. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, still taste him on my lips.
Sleep was going to be impossible.
I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow he’d been lying against, breathing in the scent of him. Tomorrow I’d have to face both of them, knowing what had happened tonight. Knowing what I wanted from them.
But tonight, I let myself ache.
Let myself want.
And dreamed about the moment when they’d finally give me everything I was craving.
Chapter Twelve
Cami
Day Two: Edges and Anticipation
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Majesty’s hands on my skin, heard his voice promising things that made my thighs clench. By the time the sun rose, I’d given up entirely and just lay there aching, my body wound tight with unfulfilled need.
The shower did nothing to help. If anything, the hot water made it worse, sensitizing my already oversensitive skin. I dressed in the required leggings and tank top for today’s workshop, but even the soft fabric felt like too much stimulation. I needed coffee and food. Possibly several cold showers.
When I finally made my way downstairs, the smell of coffee drew me to the kitchen like a lifeline. Lex was there, already dressed for the day, leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand. He looked up when I entered, and something flickered in his dark eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or hunger.
“Morning,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.
“Morning.” I moved toward the coffee maker, desperate for caffeine.
“Sleep well?” There was something knowing in his tone that made my cheeks heat.
“Not particularly.” I poured coffee, added cream and sugar, and took a grateful sip.
“Majesty mentioned you were really tired last night when he helped you to your room.”
The casual way he said it, like he didn’t know exactly what had happened. Like Majesty hadn’t told him everything.
“He gave me a massage,” I said, keeping my eyes on my coffee. “Helped me relax.”
“Did it work?”
I finally looked at him, and the intensity in his gaze stole my breath. He knew. Of course he knew.
“Not exactly,” I admitted.
“No?” He set down his mug and moved closer, and I felt my pulse kick up. “Why not?”
“Because he left me wanting more.”
“Good.” He was close enough now that I could feel the heat of him. “That was the point.”
My hands tightened on my mug. “So both of you are cruel.”
“That’s control.” He reached out and gently caressed the side of my face. “We’re going to walk over to the classroom together. Just you and me. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.” I watched his pupils dilate.
“Good girl. But first, have some breakfast. You’ll need your energy today.”
I turned toward the counter where fruit and yogurt were laid out, but I’d barely taken a step when his hand caught my wrist.
