He tugged at the ties of the mask.
I lifted my hands and pressed my palms over it.
“Please. Leave it. Just a little longer,” I breathed.
I couldn’t face the bright light.
Or Alec.
“Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
He shifted us carefully, and I went with him—his cock still buried in my arse. He sat down, then lifted me with him, shuffling us onto our sides before pulling the covers over us.
“Sleep before the night shift starts,” he murmured, settling in behind me.
I touched the soft leather of the mask and wondered if he’d let me keep it on tonight.
This way, I wouldn’t have to face anyone.
Especially myself.
I sighed as his fingers closed around my throat.
My eyes shut.
Sleep took me almost immediately.
Chapter 35
Nick
My eyes tracked her on the camera, remembering the way she’d clung to me in her sleep the night before. She smiled at a group of new arrivals—five men, all in suits.
The smile didn’t last.
As soon as she led them inside and pointed them toward the different areas, it dimmed. Flattened. Like it was something she put on and took off at will.
“Do you think we should’ve kept her at home a little longer?” I asked Rowan.
“I like having her here,” he replied, lifting his glass before taking a slow sip.“It means you two are around more often. Feels like the old days.”
She had taken a week off.
“We should celebrate,” Alec said.“We’ve got our fourth now.”
“I wanted our initials inked on her,” I added casually.“And some piercings.”
“Not the piercings,” Rowan said immediately.“I wouldn’t mind a tattoo, though.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“It takes too long to heal,” Alec said, finally dragging his gaze away from the screen.“And we’re not patient.”
“What he said,” Rowan added.
“She’d look good with some jewellery in her,” I said with a shrug.“Something permanent.”
“She would,” Rowan agreed, after a beat.“But that can wait.”
