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The silence carried on, and I wasn’t sure if he’d fallen asleep. I risked moving across the bed, crawling to the foot, and looking down over the edge at the floor. Pietor’s eyes were closed, and his movement had stopped, his breathing even. I envied his ability to fall asleep so fast and without so much as a pillow or blanket.
I couldn’t see nearly as much in the lack of lighting, just a dull glow from the under cabinet lights in his bedroom illuminating the space. Still, there was no denying that Pietor was gorgeous. He was like sculpted marble, etched to perfection and decorated with intricate designs that my newbie tattoo self couldn’t help but admire.
I had a few, but nothing as interesting as his. A rose on my shoulder for my mom, a broken stained glass window on my back, a memory of my trip abroad to Paris, and a pair of scales on her thigh, which I’d treated myself to when I passed the bar exam.
Pietor was…
Okay, stop thinking about Pietor. You have more important things to be worried about.
My logical self was right. I crawled back, getting under the covers again, and as I stared up at the ceiling, I mentally vocalized what I hadn’t told Pietor. I recognized Tony from the restaurant with Emiliano. Nicholas had met with him before—at the office.
My heart pinched. My instincts were rarely wrong, but sometimes I really wished they were. This was one time I didn’t want to be correct.
Nicholas was dirty, and I had to expose him.
Chapter 12 - Pietor
Billie settled back into the bed after peeking over the side at me, and I’ll admit that sneaking the glance at her full ass in those tiny shorts filled my dreams with several exciting ideas. I needed a taste of that fantastic body of hers, and my cock twitched as I tried to fall asleep on the floor.
Billie had revealed more than she’d realized when she leaned over as well, and I was more than pleased that Billie hadn’t caught my eye-opening ever so slightly while she was getting used to the dark.
Oh, fuck, yes, sweetness. Just a little further.
She hadn’t been that kind, however, and I’d been stuck with the shitty attempt to admire the curves of her breasts barely hidden behind the loose neck of her off-the-shoulder sweater.
Billie had just gone to bed after that, and I had no choice but to do the same. Sleeping with her right there, though? Yeah, it was going to take a fucking miracle.
***
Enough hours later to call it morning and definitely worse for wear, I “woke up” on the floor. I’d never truly passed out, getting up twice during the night to just stand at the foot of the bed and watch Billie sleep. Her leg was still curled up by her chest as I did so now, and I grinned as I studied the tattoos that were otherwise always hidden beneath her tailored attire.
She had a rose on her shoulder, intricate and done in black and gray. There was also a very nice set of scales on her thigh, hidden now as she lay on that leg. The most impressive was the stained glass on her back. It was set into a gothic window, deep black with pops of purple and orange, like a sunset.
That one must have taken a decent amount of time and cost her a pretty penny. I, of course, spoke from experience.
“Ugh,” Billie groaned, stirring out of her sleep.
I considered moving, not letting her know I’d been watching, but fuck it. She should know that I always had my eyes on her. I leaned against the bedpost, folding my arms over my chest. When Billie finished stretching, which wonderfully shoved her breasts against the fabric of her shirt, her lids cracked open, and she met my stare.
“Jesus!”
Shooting up into a seat, Billie clutched the blankets to her chest. I just smirked, my cock twitching and filling up the tight boxer briefs just a bit more.
“What are you doing?” Her brows shooting up.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I shook my head slightly, the corner of my mouth lifting further as she forced herself to look away from my crotch.
Billie glared at me. “Standing at the end of the bed and watching me like a psycho. Accurate?”
“I like to think of myself as an admirer, but sure. Psycho is fine.”
She sighed, grumbling to herself. As she moved to the side of the bed, making to stand up, I rolled around the bedpost, easily slipping myself in front of her. Billie stopped short as I boxed her in, her eyes meeting mine.
With a scoff, she raised her brows at me, looking past my shoulder toward the bathroom.
“Umm, I’d like to get changed.” She tried to step around me, but I blocked her path. “Don’t we have shit to do today? I need clothes for that.”
I thickened at the thought of her without those pesky clothes and continued to move into her path when she tried to walk around me.
