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breast when the surge began. “Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Ah. Corey! Corey!” It was all incoherent syllables to her, though they came back to her a moment later. She pulled the cucumber out of her and tossed it into the bowl. What the fuck had she been thinking? Masturbating in front of him with fruit. Boredom was making her a little bit crazy. She sat up and looked at the bowl. What was he gonna do, eat it? Eat the fruit that she’d done the deed with while thinking of him. Okay…worse things could happen, and the thought did arouse her.
She shoved the bowl of illicit produce into the fridge and went to take another shower, making a point to cleanse even the deepest crevices. “Don’t want any fruit diseases,” she muttered while aiming the showerhead up her vagina.
She shouldn’t make him eat it. The thought occurred to her in the middle of the night after she woke up. She ran down to the kitchen, but the bowl was gone already.
She stared into the empty fridge, muttering a curse.
The next day her breakfast was a fruit salad, with … diced cucumber. The note read, Just thought I’d share, since you were so generous.
She succumbed to her curiosity for only a moment. Maybe he’d made it from fresh fruit? She took one bite then tossed the rest in the trash.
Boredom was the worse prison than simply being confined. The intense longing she felt for him in the midst of it was torture. She wasn’t strong. Not enough to resist him. His little gifts over the last week left her with no doubt that he still wanted her. And she was still living alone in the apartment he shared with his new lover. She assumed he’d have let her know the moment he learned Racha was returning.
She did nothing the next day. Ignored his breakfast and his message. Whatever it was, she wanted something different. She wanted him. She wanted him enough to close the curtains and live in the dark for a day, trying to convince herself not to want him.
The next morning she went downstairs to make coffee. No new gifts rested on the counter. Maybe he’d gotten the hint finally. But what was the hint? That she didn’t need him, when clearly she did?
She stared into her coffee, willing herself not to cry.
“Jill.”
His voice startled her. She looked into the shadows beyond the counter. He stood too far away, in the dimly lit entrance of the apartment, but it was him.
“Corey?”
“Hey, baby…”
She set her coffee on the counter, nearly missing the edge. Her heart pounded. “I missed you.”
He took a few hesitant steps into the apartment. “I missed you, too.”
“Is the Council looking for me, do you know?”
Corey pursed his lips. “I haven’t heard from Racha since we were together.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
His face constricted in such a conflicted expression, she felt sorry for him.
“She hasn’t called you yet… not in all this time?”
“I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or anything. I’m just… worried. It’s been two weeks since… Since I bonded you. I didn’t want you to leave before she got back and we decided how to keep the Council off our backs.”
“I will stay here for a million years if it means keeping my baby safe. And a million more if it means you forgive me enough to love me again.”
He walked toward her, a clever smile on his face. A moment later his hands slid down her back and pulled her to him. She trembled in his grip. God, he felt good. His body’s warmth, the hardness of every angle she could feel through his clothes.
“I never stopped loving you, Jill. Never. If you want his child, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Dragons or no dragons.”
~~~
“You taste like bananas today,” Corey teased. He resisted the urge to stay in position and give Jill another orgasm with his tongue. She hadn’t tasted like bananas, but she’d tasted amazing. Every time. And every time he’d mentioned fruit during the past two days, she disappeared to her shower immediately
She shoved the bowl of illicit produce into the fridge and went to take another shower, making a point to cleanse even the deepest crevices. “Don’t want any fruit diseases,” she muttered while aiming the showerhead up her vagina.
She shouldn’t make him eat it. The thought occurred to her in the middle of the night after she woke up. She ran down to the kitchen, but the bowl was gone already.
She stared into the empty fridge, muttering a curse.
The next day her breakfast was a fruit salad, with … diced cucumber. The note read, Just thought I’d share, since you were so generous.
She succumbed to her curiosity for only a moment. Maybe he’d made it from fresh fruit? She took one bite then tossed the rest in the trash.
Boredom was the worse prison than simply being confined. The intense longing she felt for him in the midst of it was torture. She wasn’t strong. Not enough to resist him. His little gifts over the last week left her with no doubt that he still wanted her. And she was still living alone in the apartment he shared with his new lover. She assumed he’d have let her know the moment he learned Racha was returning.
She did nothing the next day. Ignored his breakfast and his message. Whatever it was, she wanted something different. She wanted him. She wanted him enough to close the curtains and live in the dark for a day, trying to convince herself not to want him.
The next morning she went downstairs to make coffee. No new gifts rested on the counter. Maybe he’d gotten the hint finally. But what was the hint? That she didn’t need him, when clearly she did?
She stared into her coffee, willing herself not to cry.
“Jill.”
His voice startled her. She looked into the shadows beyond the counter. He stood too far away, in the dimly lit entrance of the apartment, but it was him.
“Corey?”
“Hey, baby…”
She set her coffee on the counter, nearly missing the edge. Her heart pounded. “I missed you.”
He took a few hesitant steps into the apartment. “I missed you, too.”
“Is the Council looking for me, do you know?”
Corey pursed his lips. “I haven’t heard from Racha since we were together.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
His face constricted in such a conflicted expression, she felt sorry for him.
“She hasn’t called you yet… not in all this time?”
“I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or anything. I’m just… worried. It’s been two weeks since… Since I bonded you. I didn’t want you to leave before she got back and we decided how to keep the Council off our backs.”
“I will stay here for a million years if it means keeping my baby safe. And a million more if it means you forgive me enough to love me again.”
He walked toward her, a clever smile on his face. A moment later his hands slid down her back and pulled her to him. She trembled in his grip. God, he felt good. His body’s warmth, the hardness of every angle she could feel through his clothes.
“I never stopped loving you, Jill. Never. If you want his child, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Dragons or no dragons.”
~~~
“You taste like bananas today,” Corey teased. He resisted the urge to stay in position and give Jill another orgasm with his tongue. She hadn’t tasted like bananas, but she’d tasted amazing. Every time. And every time he’d mentioned fruit during the past two days, she disappeared to her shower immediately
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