“I’m naked again.”
He rakes his gaze over my exposed body—the heat in them shocks me each time. How can he find me attractive?
“So you are.” He grins at me, mischief rife in his eyes.
“I went to sleep in clothes.” I don’t own pyjamas, but thankfully, I have an abundance of comfy clothes, so I found some shorts and a T-shirt to wear for sleeping. But this is the third morning I’m waking up naked in bed with him.
He’s completely nude too. And of course, he has absolutely no shame with it. His huge, beautiful penis is standing to full attention. The head is leaking pre-cum already.
He taps his chin, sitting up against the headboard. The movement makes his cock bob up and down. I hate that I notice. “Yes. You did. I didn’t like it.”
“You can’t just strip me in my sleep. It’s not okay.”
He frowns. “Why not? You like to sleep naked, it’s more comfortable.”
“I—” Damn him for being right. “Still,” I put on my professional voice, “I’d prefer you to respect my boundaries.”
He nods, solemn. “Okay. I won’t do it again, Angel.”
“Thank you.”
“Does this mean I can’t eat your cunt in your sleep either?”
I choke on my own saliva, coughing with wide eyes. “What?”
“Is that allowed?”
I suck in a sharp breath. “Have… have you done that?”
He dips his chin again, his grin so innocent. “You taste delicious.”
I’m struck speechless for a moment, emotions warring inside me. My cheeks burn. “I… um… No. Eli, you can’t do that.”
He deflates. “Okay.”
Eli rolls out of bed, heading to the ensuite. His perky butt tempts me on his way out the room.
As soon as I’m alone my mind races.
What the fuck?
Seriously.What. The. Fuck.
I can’t believe he—I can’t believe I like that he—
I’m insane.
I know I keep saying it, but it must be true.
It shouldn’t arouse me to know that he’s had his head between my thighs while I’m unconscious. And yet… a sick and twisted part of me wants him to do it again.
No.
Nope.
Not happening.
We arenotgoing there.