Chapter 68
I've slept with women from time to time but seldom, if ever, do I find enjoyment in the actual sleeping. Angel is different. She snuggles in, digging her hands into my biceps, making herself an extension of my body. Waking up and looking at her long, braided hair makes me think of the possibility of waking up beside her each morning. Then my mind wanders to Monroe and all my uncertainties resurface.
I gently pry her fingers away and offer a soft kiss on her cheek when her sleepy eyes open. I pull myself out of bed even though it's the last thing I want to do. Angel rolls over to her back and one breast is exposed. Fuck me because I want nothing more than to climb back in bed. I slap her thigh instead. She needs to stop enticing me. Hell, if she were wrapped in a brown sack my dick would still be hard right now.
"Come on, sleepyhead. I'd like to take a walk and stretch out my knee. We won't leave the property, so wear what you like." I head downstairs before Angel leaves the bed and I grab a banana. I'll make waffles when we get back. I love Marguerite's cooking, but it will be nice to take advantage of the high-tech kitchen and prepare a meal myself. I've been a single man far too long not to have learned to cook. I turn at the sound of light footsteps and stop chewing.
Shorts. She's wearing short shorts and a tank top and... she's sexy as hell.
"You expect me to ever let you cover your body again?"
A deep blush and then uncertainty appear on her face. She turns away before speaking. "Stephens is gone too and I thought you would like it."
In three strides I'm turning her around so she sees my wolfish smile. "'Like' is not the best word."
After lifting her onto the counter, I grab another banana, peel it, and break off a small piece. I place it between her lips and watch in fascination while she chews and then swallows. Her face flushes slightly at my close inspection. I give her a bit of space and feed her until she swallows the last bite.
I pull her knees apart and step between her thighs. Tipping my head down, I taste her sweet, banana-flavored mouth. Her pussy presses against me and it's almost impossible to resist splaying her on the counter and sinking into her heat. I pull away with a loud groan. My dick is not happy with me. "Hell," I breathe out and clamp my hands on her knees, spreading her legs wider.
I stare between her thighs at the inviting flesh showing beneath the line of her shorts. Marks-bruising from my teeth-harden my cock to steel.
Mine.
The thought travels through my entire body from my toes to my gut, to my balls, to my brain. I rub over the slightly raised skin of her thigh with my thumb. Her head sways back and her long neck lures me into taking a few more bites. Her skin tastes like candy-sweet, smooth, and enticing. "We, my tempting sub, are going for a walk. If you choose to play tonight at the club, I'll oblige. If not, we'll wait for tomorrow and make up for lost time."
Refusing to give into her sigh of frustration, I swing her down and take her hand. When we're outside, she tries to release my fingers, but I add just enough pressure so she knows it's not happening.
I turn toward her and she gives me a mischievous grin. "Your knee is better?" she asks.
"It feels better this morning and Stephens says I can start a slow jog next week if it keeps improving. Do you run?"
Her grin intensifies. "Only from mean Doms."
I love the sound of her laugh. It swells around us. The sound actually bypasses my dick and lodges in my heart. What the fuck am I going to do with this woman? She's been in my dreams too many times to count. Angel... Hooriya... whatever she wants to go by. She's mine, and I go back into the circle again. She belongs to Monroe. As his slave. So fuck me and my life.
"Really?" I give her my devious smile, enjoying her happy disposition. "We'll see how far you get next week before I catch you. I want you wearing the same shorts and shirt for added incentive, not that I need much to catch naughty subs."
Her grin matches mine now. "Yes, Sir." Her expression changes and I know she wants to ask me something.
"Just ask."
Her smile is now hesitant and I hate the fact that whatever she says next will probably ruin our morning walk. "Do you miss working for the police department?"
It's not what I expected. "Yes, I do."
"Could you go back?"
Ah. I get it now. This is a feel sorry for Zach conversation. "They wanted to give me a desk job, but it's not my style. I need to be in the action and not continually worrying about what's happening in the trenches." I give her my most blatant possessive look. "I have control issues."
"I love your control issues," she says with a laugh, and our good mood is saved.
"I'm glad to hear it. Do you miss your husband?" I ask knowing her sadness will be my fault now.
The smile doesn't leave her lips but her sorrow shows in her eyes. "Sometimes, but mostly I miss the sense of family."
This is something I understand. "Do you think you'll ever have it with Monroe?"
She studies me for a minute before answering. "I don't know. He shows little emotion, but somehow I can always tell when he's displeased."
Been there, done that, had the famous Monroe glare cast in my direction more times than I can count. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't think anyone wants to displease him."
She looks away. "Sometimes he terrifies me."
I stop walking. "He would never harm you outside of the boundaries he sets."
She shakes her head. "I know that, but his thoughts are so precise, and I wonder what would happen if he lost control."
"That's not something anyone wants to see." We don't. I've seen Monroe in killer mode. I would never want to be on his hit list. Monroe holds himself on a tight leash, but he protects those he loves. I have no worries for Angel. It's what could happen between me and Monroe in regard to Angel that worries me.
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