He smirked, but I’d forgive his smugness. He’d earned it. “You always boss me around.”
“Yeah, but you were an eight out of tenbeforeyou took direction, now you’re a grand slam.” I rubbed my knuckles along his jaw. “You’ll have to play for me at some point.”
“I haven’t played in a while.”
I didn’t pressure him, just repeated, “You’ll have to play for me at some point.”
“Se,duci, I will.”
Once he settled me on the couch, he trudged over to one of the dressers, where I watched him grab a pair of basketball shorts.
With his back to me, he asked, “Are you upset about the lab?”
His abrupt tone and how out-of-place the topic was when we’d been talking about the piano told me my reaction to his lab concerned him. But then he began stripping off and my brain was too busy enjoying the show to waste neurons on his Nutty Professor act.
“Are you showering?”
“Yes.”
Despite my agitation, I couldn’t stop myself from offering, “I could join you…”
“If you do, we’ll waste a reservoir of water, I’ll be late for my meeting with Luc, and you’re already exhausted.” His eyes gleamedwhen he turned to face me. The fire in them fed the one in my soul. “Anyway, I want my cum inside you tonight and I want to bury my nose in your shoulder and smelluswhen we nap.”
My throat bobbed because that didn’t sound dreamy. At all. “Okay.”
“I ordered food for us earlier.”
“Good, I’m starving.”
His hand turned into a fist, crumpling the shorts he held. “The lab?”
Seeing he wasn’t going to let this go, I allowed the pillow on the couch to take the weight of my head. “Mostly, I’m upset that you have people working for you and they let you be your own guinea pig.”
“Perks of being the boss.” I’d never be exhausted enough for that to go unanswered. I glared at him, and he lifted his hands in surrender. “But I won’t be doing that again. I’m on a promise.”
“Yes, you damn well are. That aside… do I think you’re insane?” I hitched a shoulder. “I figure it’s a mutual insanity.”
He beamed at me like our deteriorating gray matter was a good thing. “Right, I’ll shower. Someone will bring up our food. You okay on your own,duci?”
“However will I cope without you to entertain me?” I wolf-whistled at him.
With his back to me, he rocked his hips in a stripper strut that had me giggling. “Feel free to snoop while I wash up.”
My eyes tracked the movement, belying my words: “Your room is less interesting than your ass.”
“You disappoint me,principessa. I’m wounded.”
“That’s a new term of endearment.”
“Can you figure out what it means?”
“Princess. I’m clever like that.”
“Thoughts on the endearment?” he queried as he walked backward toward a door on the other side of the room.
“Don’t hate it,” I informed him, my gaze dropping to the floor where his shirt slipped from the chair he’ddumped it on.
A white silk shirt.
