I startle at the voice coming from behind me and spin on my toes, wide-eyed at the sight of Thoren in... a... loin... cloth.
“Holy shit.” As soon as the words escape, I clamp my hands over my mouth.
Thoren smirks, running his hand down his body from his chesticles to his cum gutters.
My throat dries up like the savannah before the monsoon season, while my cock decides it’s fucking mating season. Holy fucking shit he’s so...
No. No?
...No, no for sure. I’mnotlusting after Maxime’s nephew.
“Dec.”
I startle again, realize I’m staring at the peek of pubic hair above the line of the loincloth, and jerk my eyes back up to his stupid-handsome face. My cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment as I recall touching the statue like I want to touch the man.
“What?” I rasp, cough and try again. “I mean, what can I do for you?”
Thoren’s wicked grin makes a reappearance. “Why are you on the roof? You don’t have access to the roof.”
I gesture to the roof access door. “Yes, I just realized that.” A thought hits me and exits my mouth before I even think about it. “Are you the artist?” I gesture to the statuary all around. “Are you the one who keeps moving the grotesques?”
Thoren glances around. The corner of his mouth creeps up into a half smile and he shakes his head. “Pretty sure it’s a group effort.”
That brings my brain function back to normal and I frown. “Why would Maxime tell me I’m imagining things if he knowsyou all are moving the statuary?” I huff, shoving my fists onto my hips and turning in a slow circle to look at the statues.
“No idea,” Thoren replies. “Come on, I’ll take you back down to the house. No more roof access for you. This is private for the family only.”
Thoren grabs my arm above the elbow, gently directing me to the exit. My body does not heat up at the touch, and my dick definitely doesn’t chub up. Nope. That’s not what’s happening right now, currently, in my body. That would be ridiculous.
He inputs a code and the door unlatches, then he and I walk down a half flight of steps to the elevator. Another code and we enter the elevator. He presses the button for the first floor, and the doors shut. The elevator is so small I can smell him, and he smells like that frickin orange grove again. It’s crazy. How does he always smell so damn good? And why did he pick something so very nostalgic for me?
The silence between us feels heavy and tense, and I nearly choke on it before I finally give in and ask, “Am I in trouble?”
Before Thoren can answer, the door opens, and instead he gestures for me to exit.
I do, taking a few steps out of the elevator before turning to face him. “I’m sorry, I was just concerned since no one seemed to even notice the statuary moving.”
Thoren raises an eyebrow and horniness immediately replaces worry. “You’re not in trouble unless you want to be,” he says, and I swear it’s an offer that makes my ass clench and tingle at the same time.
Lots of people like a smack or two during sexy fun times. I might minimize my butt as much as possible while I’m working, but in the context of the bedroom, I love it when my lovers play with it in all sorts of ways.
“Uhhh.” I stall out trying to remember what I’m supposed to say, and trying to blink away the fog of lust. “No?”
That’s the right answer, right?
“You sure?” he asks, looking me over from head to toe like he sees something he might enjoy eating.
“Um. No?” I need to stop looking at Thoren in nothing but a loincloth. Who even owns loincloths these days? I want to be eaten so bad—no! Bad Dec! I do not want to be eaten by Thoren. “I mean, yes?” Right?
I turn away, taking a calming breath and making an attempt to stop whatever is happening with my dick and ass. “Ok, thank you. I need to...”
I trail off as a card slides across the floor past my feet.
“Mind picking that up?”
Thoren’s presence behind me suddenly feels a whole lot more tempting than it was when I was looking at him. How is that even possible?
My body and mind war for a moment about doing the right thing or doing the sexy thing. My body obviously wins, and I give in to my own damn nature. I peek over my shoulder, eyes locking on that massive chest again. “Sure.”
