That stops my hand as I snarl. "I'm fine."
"Alright, I was only asking. Don't bite my head off. Damn."
"I'll touch base with you afterward," I grit out.
"Okay. Oh, and Koen?"
I cut the call, not keen to hear whatever his next words were going to be.
I try and fail to get work done for the next hour, which is unlike me. I'm typically extremely focused, to the point where I have to force myself to take breaks.
With Greer in the house and everything that happened between us the last couple of days, it's hard to think.
She found blood on my cheek, and ever since, it's like she's leery of me and plotting, more so than she was prior.
For the next hour, I scrub the databases of my last kill, even going so far as to ensure that Greer and I weren't spotted on any highway cameras on our way to or from Sip.
By the time I shut down the computer systems, I'm about to go out of my mind at the way my body is buzzing.
She awoke something in me I wish she'd have let lie dormant a little longer.
It feels like she took the upper hand and is planning to do something untoward with it.
That's what has kept me from going back to the bedroom and begging her to touch me.
I can't admit defeat.
I can't let her have even the slightest inkling of control.
The clock on the wall reads four a.m.; it's been hours since I left the room with her scent caked in my nose and the noises she made etched into my brain.
My eyes are burning, and my body is sore from hours of sitting at my desk.
Bear's fast asleep on the couch as if he knows the bedroom isn't where he belongs this morning.
I shut the door behind me when I walk into the room, slowly undressing as I listen to her soft snores.
She's in the middle of the bed, which will make it hard to get behind her and get comfortable.
Once I'm under the covers, I scoop her into me, all thoughts dying about regaining control and maintaining it.
She mumbles something inaudible while simultaneously curling her backside into my still-throbbing dick.
"Poison," I hiss. "Hold still. Fuck's sake." The last bit is a heavy moan as she presses back into me.
"Stalker?" she asks sleepily.
Her still not knowing my name is amusing to me, and I'll keep it that way as long as I can.
"Mm. Just me. Go back to sleep."
She settles closer, her arm coming back to linger over my hip, which does nothing for my racing heart.
I should've fucked her mouth hours ago. Now this ache in my cock is something that'll keep me from sleep until it's sated.
Every time I try to move, Greer moves with me.
An hour passes before I realize we're moving together in the middle of the bed, my cock dragging across her ass, her breathing heavy, and her head thrown back.
