But isn’t that what you wanted? my inner floozy demanded of me. Of course, she’d show up now, just as I was beginning to second-guess myself. You came in here for a reason. Don’t you dare chicken out now!
“Atlanta…yes…” Apex growled again, a little louder this time.
The sound of his voice made something pang between my legs, something sharp and intense and so pleasurable as it shot up through me, straight to my throat, that it made me gasp.
Immediately, Apex’s shoulders stiffened. His fist stopped mid-stroke.
Fuck. Well, there went my element of surprise.
“Atlanta?” Apex turned to face me slowly. He didn’t take his hand away from his cock, though. He didn’t look ashamed—just curious. “What in the moons—”
“Sorry! Sorry!” I yelped. Even my inner floozy seemed to have lost her edge in that moment. I turned for the door immediately—but not fast enough.
Apex was a blur as he moved to me, just like he’d been when he attacked Votan last night. But this time, I was the one in danger.
Worst of all, as his free hand encircled my wrist and stopped me from retreating, I felt that pang of pleasure between my legs.
I was in danger…and I liked it.
“Is this your newest little game?” Apex growled down at me. With a firm yank, he pulled me to him. Beads of water dripped down from his temple onto my breasts. “Sneaking up on me in the shower?”
“I was just, um—” I searched for an excuse and couldn’t seem to come up with one. Not a good one, anyway. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought maybe—”
“You decided to come spy on me instead. I see.” Slowly, Apex took a step back. He didn’t release my wrist—or his cock, for that matter. But the way he stood, it was like he was putting himself on full display for me. Like a model posing for a sculptor. “Are you satisfied?”
Very, purred my inner floozy. Apparently, her desire to retreat had been a temporary thing at best.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I didn’t realize you were, um…”
I swallowed hard as my gaze drifted down to his cock. He was gripping himself hard, but his cock was so stiff, it might as well have been made of steel. Veins bulged up and down its length, throbbing. Precum pooled on the flat of his tip, just begging to be lapped at, sucked, licked clean.
“You are staring, Atlanta.” His black eyes were smoldering. There was no escaping his gaze. No escaping at all. “Say it.”
“I don’t—”
“You didn’t realize I was in here stroking my cock.”
I gulped again, then nodded. “I thought…I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking. But—”
Apex glanced down at my wrist, the one he still held captive in his big, broad palm, and ran his thumb over my skin. He pressed down with it like he was taking my pulse. When his eyes met mine again, I knew what he felt there. My heart was racing. I could feel it too.
“Not thinking, hmm?” One of his dark eyebrows arched upward in disbelief. “If that is true, then you should be punished. Do you agree?”
I licked my lips and then—even though I could hardly believe myself as I did it—I nodded.
“Yes,” I told him. In that moment, I didn’t know who was speaking. Maybe my inner floozy again.
Maybe, it was just me.
His eyes met mine, then trailed down my body. It didn’t seem to matter that I still had on my tight little top and sheer harem pants. The way he looked at me, I might as well have been naked. In hindsight, I probably should have stripped before I came in. It wouldn’t have made any difference either way.
But he wasn’t just looking at me. As his eyes settled on the floor at my feet, I realized he was giving me an order. The only one that I knew.
Kneel, those burning black eyes of his said, and I dropped to my knees without hesitation.
“Good,” he purred. “Very good.”
Water dripped down his body as he took a step closer. He was so tall, and I was so short, that while kneeling before him he looked more like a god than ever. Was every inch of him covered in muscle? Yes, apparently. With how thick and veiny it was, even his cock looked like it worked out. Every part of him was gorgeous, but it was his cock that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. He gave it a single long, slow pump as he approached. When I gasped again, I saw his balls tighten. God. They were large and hairless and heavy looking. So heavy looking that they must have been full.
They wouldn’t stay that way for long.
“Was this what you wanted, Atlanta?”
I licked my lips and stared up at him. His cock was in the foreground, so large it almost eclipsed everything else. But behind it, I could see his eyes boring into me, like he could see straight through my clothes and my body down to my very soul.
“Yes,” I said, and it didn’t matter what part of me was saying it.
It was true.
“Then open your mouth,” Apex told me. He shifted his cock downward, so that his tip wasn’t even a full inch away from my lips.
Dutifully, I obeyed him. My mouth fell open, like he’d just said something scandalous. I guessed in a way, he had.
“Stick out your tongue.”
My tongue felt soaked with saliva. Fuck. Was I actually drooling for him? Was that even possible? Did it matter? Did I care?
“Now. Lick me, Atlanta,” Apex said. “Suck me. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours is capable of when you are not misusing it to argue with me.”
I took a deep breath and nodded, then leaned in. As soon as my tongue connected with his tip, it was almost like having the first sip of coffee in the morning after a long, sleepless night or the first taste of sugar after
