Our Illicit Desires by Tate Monroe & Rory Ireland

Author:Tate Monroe & Rory Ireland [Monroe, Tate & Ireland, Rory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Banned Baddies LLC
Published: 2023-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Silas

I’m walking in the door after a long day. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I saw Zoey and it’s only been a few scant hours. Hardly a blip in time, but when it comes to her, if I don’t have her near me every second of the day, I feel myself become slightly unhinged.

Unhealthy? Definitely.

Will I stop? Of course not.

The goddamn meeting that Marcus scheduled made for a late start home, and my annoyance is at an all-time high. I know that it worked out well because it gave Zoey time to work out, and she said she was going to make dinner.

Furrowing my brows, I notice that the house is quiet. It hasn’t been this quiet since before she moved in and I’m wondering what the fuck is going on.

Vernon was once again at the gate, but he gave me no indication anything was amiss. He just was his usual annoying, immature self. If he wasn’t so fucking good at his job and a fucking cousin to one of the founding families of Hillcrest, I would have had him fired by now.

“Zoey? Everything okay?” I call out and walk further into the house. I’m halfway through the den when I hear a thud upstairs and then a screech.

“Ow. Motherfucker. Goddamn, piece of shit fucking thing.” Such a colorful mouth on my girl.

I toss my keys onto one of the entry tables and ascend the stairs to our bedroom.

Our bedroom. Fuck me, I’m still not used to saying it. Hearing it. Believing it.

But I fucking love it. I love having the little goddamn cock tease in my bed.

Tied up. Spread out. At my mercy and stuffed full of my cock and my come.

I feel myself harden beneath my slacks and I palm the front of them, trying to get my dick to calm the fuck down so I can figure out why my girl is cussing like a sailor. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect and, like it has a mind of its own, he starts bobbing, thinking I’m about to rub one out.

Like I’m a goddamn teenager all over again, I swear to fuck.

“Hi!” she pops out of the doorway of what used to be her bedroom. I guess it still technically is as it holds a majority of her things, but she doesn’t sleep there. She sleeps in my bed, like she’s supposed to.

“Is everything okay?” I inquire, while simply quirking a thick eyebrow up at her flushed face.

“Huh? Oh yeah. It’s fine. How was your meeting?” She’s quick to change the subject but something is wrong. I can’t put my finger on what exactly, but I can taste her deceit in the air between us.

“The meeting was useless, as I knew it would be. Now tell me what’s going on and don’t say nothing. I came home to quiet and then I hear you swearing up a storm, so pardon the fuck out of me for not believing everything is fine.” I say the last word with such distaste.

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