“Are you okay?” Jayce asks at length, turning his head to me with a grin.
I meet his gaze and give him a satisfied smile. “I’m fantastic. That was amazing.”
“Good.” He leans over and gives me a kiss on my lips. It’s softer and more languid than the one he gave me after eating me out. Still, a flush blooms across my cheeks and my belly tightens with reignited desire.
When he lifts his head, I relax back into the pillows, but Jayce gets up and crosses to the collection of toys. I furrow my brow, my breath hitching. Wiggling, I rattle the spreader bar above me.
“Uh… what are you doing, Jayce? Aren’t you going to let me go?”
He looks back at me with a grin. “What? Already? Don’t tell me you thought we were done. The night is young, Starling, and there’s so much more fun for us to have.”
CHAPTER THIRTY: FEVER
SUTTON
It’s beendays since our visit to the club, but as I’m sitting at the kitchen table, trying my hardest to focus on work… I can’t stop thinking about the other night. Jayce kept me suspended from the spreader as he used a wand vibrator on me, pressing it directly to my clit and forcing more than one orgasm out of me. I came so hard, I actually squirted. Something I’ve never done before.
That wasn’t the end, either. He released me from the spreader only to tie me spread-eagled to the bed, and then he fucked me again and again and again…
The sound of my phone buzzing snaps me out of my wandering, dirty thoughts. I forgot all about the group text that’s happening.
Grace: So yes, we’re agreed on a girl’s night out? We thinking margaritas or martinis?
Skyler: Do we want to get Miami drunk, or Malibu drunk?
Rylee: As the forever DD, I vote you get Miami drunk. You get handsy on martinis, Sky.
Skyler: You love it.
Stacey: Honestly, I’d settle for boxed-wine drunk.
Skyler: Can you pump and dump?!?
Stacey: Oh, God, just the thought of dumping perfectly good liquid gold makes my boobs hurt.
I shake my head and laugh before typing a response.
Sutton: I vote for margaritas! That means chips and guac!
Rylee: Finally! Someone has their priorities straight!
The click of the front door opening makes me look up from my phone and I see Jayce walk into the penthouse. My cheeks burn as if I was nearly caught doing something naughty, and I quickly school my features so he doesn’t look at me and immediately know what’s going on in my pervy brain.
He’s carrying the duffle bag he always takes to practice, his hair still damp with sweat. Nothing is immediately out of the ordinary, but within moments of looking at him, I can tell something’s wrong. His face is pale and his eyes are hooded. He looks like he could fall asleep right there on his feet. When he left this morning, he seemed fine. No different from any other morning.
“Hey,” I greet him, frowning in concern. “How was practice?”
“Good,” he grunts, dropping his stuff and moving into the kitchen. I watch as he pulls a glass out of the cupboard and goesto fill it at the tap. His hand trembles — so badly, in fact, that he drops the glass right into the sink. Thankfully, it’s sturdy enough that it only lands with a thunk — no shattered pieces — but this action still has me on my feet in an instant. He’sneverclumsy.
“Jayce?” I hurry over to him. “Are you okay?”
He blinks at me, giving me a tired smile, the movement sluggish. His face is pale, but his cheeks are flushed and his eyes glassy. When I touch his arm, I’m startled by how hot he feels. I immediately press my palm to his forehead to check him for a fever.
“You’re burning up!” I gasp.
He ducks from my hand and waves his dismissively. “I’m fine.”
That’s obviously not true. Worry grips me and quickly tries to turn into full blown panic. For a guy like Jayce to get this sick this fast…what if something is really wrong? I’ve been around sick people since Colson, but none have made me as instantly anxious. I don’t like the idea of Jayce weak and suffering. I want to make him okay. Ineedto make him okay!
