to hold himself back.
His intention had been only to stop Tyler,
to make him know that climaxing without his permission was a punishable offense,
but Tyler had taken his slaps so beautifully that Adrian hadn't been able to
resist. When Tyler had come that first time Adrian had realized that if he didn't
do something drastic he was going to carry Tyler to his bed and make love to
him all night long. Exhausting his sub seemed the safest idea.
Tyler had seemed surprised that his body was
capable of having two intense orgasms so quickly which just proved that the
supposed Dom he'd been involved with hadn't known a goddamn thing.
Adrian managed to wrap a towel around Tyler's
beautiful body, without waking him, and then turned to carry him toward the
guest room. At the last moment he changed his mind and doubled back to his own bedroom.
He removed the wet towel and tucked Tyler under the covers before stepping back
and watching the man sleep. It wasn't until that very moment that Adrian
realized his own discomfort. Hell, not only did he have the hard-on of his
life, but he was standing there in soaking wet denim. Getting his jeans off was
going to be one very uncomfortable process.
"Goddess, what did you do to me?"
he whispered breathlessly as he stepped away from Tyler and turned back to the
bathroom.
"You called?" Anaedra asked as she
appeared in his way.
"No, I didn't." Annoyance stole
through him. Her timing couldn't have been worse.
"I could have sworn I heard you call my
name," she said with a wide smile and a wicked giggle.
"What do you want, Anaedra?"
Adrian asked quietly. Tyler might not be able to see or hear the woman but his
sub would probably wake to Adrian's voice if he truly let himself show his
exasperation.
"Can't a goddess just drop by to say
hello once in a while?"
"You tell me," Tyler said,
stepping out of the bedroom and forcing the woman to follow him. "You've
never dropped by without wanting something."
"I'm hurt," she said with a mew of
disappointment. Adrian shook his head and continued walking. Anaedra could stop
him anytime she liked, but she seemed amused by his protective behavior over
the man currently sleeping in his bed.
"If you're capable of basic human
emotions, Anaedra, I've never seen any evidence."
She pouted, her perfect red lips showing her
annoyance as she tilted her head in the direction of Adrian's bedroom.
"He's certainly very loud,"
Anaedra said with an exaggerated attempt to stop her ears from supposedly
ringing.
Adrian growled and led her into the kitchen,
the room farthest away from where Tyler was sleeping. "Get to the point,
Anaedra. I've got a lot of work to do, and I would like to get some sleep
tonight."
She looked as if she was going to say
something else about Tyler, so Adrian gave her a hard look, crossed his arms,
and waited. Uncharacteristically, Anaedra seemed to interpret his anger
correctly and changed the subject instead.
"I want to know who killed William
Danker."
"We don't know yet," Adrian said
not giving Anaedra any more information than he had to. They were watching
several possible suspects, but until they knew something for sure he wasn't
telling her anything. Anaedra was a volatile personality. With so much power,
she was liable to do something Adrian would regret.
"Well maybe if you spent less time
fucking around…"
Anaedra disappeared before he could respond
to that unfair accusation so he was left with angry words and no one to yell
them at. She'd probably hear him if he uttered them, but without being able to
see her it felt too much like talking to himself. And of course, Anaedra knew
that. She'd been pushing his buttons for a very long time. There was zero
chance she would give up her games now.
Adrian rubbed at the headache forming behind
his eyes. Hell, his brother had been right the other day. He'd been so busy
working that he'd forgotten how to have fun. Having Anaedra interrupt the only
down time he'd taken in months was fucking
His intention had been only to stop Tyler,
to make him know that climaxing without his permission was a punishable offense,
but Tyler had taken his slaps so beautifully that Adrian hadn't been able to
resist. When Tyler had come that first time Adrian had realized that if he didn't
do something drastic he was going to carry Tyler to his bed and make love to
him all night long. Exhausting his sub seemed the safest idea.
Tyler had seemed surprised that his body was
capable of having two intense orgasms so quickly which just proved that the
supposed Dom he'd been involved with hadn't known a goddamn thing.
Adrian managed to wrap a towel around Tyler's
beautiful body, without waking him, and then turned to carry him toward the
guest room. At the last moment he changed his mind and doubled back to his own bedroom.
He removed the wet towel and tucked Tyler under the covers before stepping back
and watching the man sleep. It wasn't until that very moment that Adrian
realized his own discomfort. Hell, not only did he have the hard-on of his
life, but he was standing there in soaking wet denim. Getting his jeans off was
going to be one very uncomfortable process.
"Goddess, what did you do to me?"
he whispered breathlessly as he stepped away from Tyler and turned back to the
bathroom.
"You called?" Anaedra asked as she
appeared in his way.
"No, I didn't." Annoyance stole
through him. Her timing couldn't have been worse.
"I could have sworn I heard you call my
name," she said with a wide smile and a wicked giggle.
"What do you want, Anaedra?"
Adrian asked quietly. Tyler might not be able to see or hear the woman but his
sub would probably wake to Adrian's voice if he truly let himself show his
exasperation.
"Can't a goddess just drop by to say
hello once in a while?"
"You tell me," Tyler said,
stepping out of the bedroom and forcing the woman to follow him. "You've
never dropped by without wanting something."
"I'm hurt," she said with a mew of
disappointment. Adrian shook his head and continued walking. Anaedra could stop
him anytime she liked, but she seemed amused by his protective behavior over
the man currently sleeping in his bed.
"If you're capable of basic human
emotions, Anaedra, I've never seen any evidence."
She pouted, her perfect red lips showing her
annoyance as she tilted her head in the direction of Adrian's bedroom.
"He's certainly very loud,"
Anaedra said with an exaggerated attempt to stop her ears from supposedly
ringing.
Adrian growled and led her into the kitchen,
the room farthest away from where Tyler was sleeping. "Get to the point,
Anaedra. I've got a lot of work to do, and I would like to get some sleep
tonight."
She looked as if she was going to say
something else about Tyler, so Adrian gave her a hard look, crossed his arms,
and waited. Uncharacteristically, Anaedra seemed to interpret his anger
correctly and changed the subject instead.
"I want to know who killed William
Danker."
"We don't know yet," Adrian said
not giving Anaedra any more information than he had to. They were watching
several possible suspects, but until they knew something for sure he wasn't
telling her anything. Anaedra was a volatile personality. With so much power,
she was liable to do something Adrian would regret.
"Well maybe if you spent less time
fucking around…"
Anaedra disappeared before he could respond
to that unfair accusation so he was left with angry words and no one to yell
them at. She'd probably hear him if he uttered them, but without being able to
see her it felt too much like talking to himself. And of course, Anaedra knew
that. She'd been pushing his buttons for a very long time. There was zero
chance she would give up her games now.
Adrian rubbed at the headache forming behind
his eyes. Hell, his brother had been right the other day. He'd been so busy
working that he'd forgotten how to have fun. Having Anaedra interrupt the only
down time he'd taken in months was fucking
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