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“Yes please.”

With a T-shirt long enough to cover the fact I wasn’t wearing anything else, I sat at the table and watched him move around the kitchen. This time, he was wearing shorts as he made me breakfast.

Every time he glanced at me, he paused for half a second and blinked, then resumed whatever he was doing.

I would have given anything to know what was going on in his head in those moments. Was he thinking of last night? Was he already daydreaming of clean sheets and a new mess?

I was.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

NAV

Arena was watching me. Why? Had she changed her mind? Was she thinking of leaving?

I glanced at her again. Her gaze lifted from my waist to my face. Did she want me to put a shirt on too?

“The Spam smells done,” she said, looking amused.

I realized the pan was smoking and quickly turned it off.

She sat up straighter as I brought a plate of food over for her.

“Thank you.”

Her fingers trailed over mine as she took it. Her gaze wasn’t filled with disgust or fear, but with desire.

“You’re welcome.”

Could she hear the desperation in my voice?

Even after spending the entire night inside of her, I wanted her again. I would never stop wanting her. Did she want me again too?

I turned back to the stove, rubbing my chest. The hope that she would stay was making it ache. I made my plate and joined her.

“So what are your plans for today?” she asked.

I swallowed hard, watching her lips close over her fork. As she chewed, she started to smile.

“Your pupils are getting really big again,” she said. “What were you thinking about?”

Under the table, I rubbed my hands against my shorts. Angel said we shouldn’t share our fantasies with a female until they were ours. Was Arena mine?

“The longer you stay quiet, the more my imagination runs wild. What if I tell you what I’m thinking?”

I nodded.

“Last night was amazing, but it was missing one thing.” She took another bite.

I couldn’t look away from her mouth as I waited for her to tell me what she needed.

“A break in your control. You were very careful with me, which I appreciate, but I want to feel what it’s like when you lose control. Because of me. Because you want me so much you can’t think straight.”

I already wanted her that much and wasn’t sure what it meant that she didn’t know that. Should I tell her?

“I’ve been imagining what it would take to get you there. You were close the last time I tasted you. You held me in place as you came, making me swallow it all.”

My cock jerked in my shorts at the memory even as I flushed with guilt. I looked down at my untouched food.