He rips the coverlet out of its hospital corners and bundles up the mess, pushing it out of the way. He’s covered the chaos with a pretty white blanket, but I know what’s underneath.
He turns back to me and sees how I’m curled up, with my knees against my chest, in a HoudZou fortress. His face shutters.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m…” I don’t know what to think. It’s too late to run, but I can still hide. I have to. If he knew how much I’ve fantasized about him, he would think I’m pathetic.
“Have I lost you forever, then?”
“I don’t know.” I wish I did. The smartest plan would be to escape him, but… I’m not going to escape my fantasies of what-could-of-been, even if I run all the way to Addis Ababa.
He kneels beside me on the bed. “You’ll miss me.”
I nod, my chin knocking against my knees.
“So let me in. Just this once. Let me make you feel good.”
I don’t want it to be just once. But this is Piers Lord. He doesn’t do relationships. He’ll get his orgasm and go.
But maybe I can fulfill a few of my fantasies before he does.
I slide my legs down the bed, unfolding a little. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Just you, Wellesley. Beautiful, perfect you.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“You are though, darling. Let me show you.” His hand encircles my ankle. He’s waiting for permission.
I should say no.
I should tell him to fuck off. I should scream and cry and let him know that I erected walls like his and buried myself behind them because of him.
I don’t. I open my legs and give him a glimpse of paradise.
CHAPTER 6
Piers’s eyes light when he looks between my legs, but then he frowns. “There’s a cat on your panties.”
“It’s a pussy.” I give him a wide smile. He won’t want me forever, but he wants me now, and I’m going to enjoy it. “And you want to pet it, don’t you?” I rock my hips, letting the Houdzou slide up further.
“Do not get fresh with me.”
“You like it when I get fresh…Sir.”
His breath gusts out of him. Oh, he likes being calledSir.
“You like it when I’m naughty.”
“I do, dirty girl. I do.” He takes both ankles and pulls me down the bed. I let him, stretching my arms above my head. He pulls me flush against him, leaning in to kiss me. “I’m going to work you so hard,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Are you going to dress me down?”
“Mmm, yes.”
“What if I get cold?”
“I’ll keep you warm. I’ll crank up the thermostat permanently, if it means you’ll never wear that thing again.”
