Wild Wicked Obsession (Hyde Series Book 4) by Layla Frost

Author:Layla Frost [Frost, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laylas Frost
Published: 2022-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Tentacles and Crabs

Joss

I WAS SORE.

Exhausted.

Likely dehydrated.

Definitely satisfied.

Happy.

More than twenty-four hours of sex, delivery food, and movies interrupted by more sex does that to a woman.

I hadn’t thought it was possible for a man to go more than once every few days. At least not without popping little blue pills like they were Pez candy coming out of a penis shaped dispenser. It reaffirmed something I’d already known.

I’d been with the wrong man.

We’d slept in—something I was rarely capable of doing—before Lars had woken me with his mouth between my legs. After I’d come, we’d hopped in the shower where my greedy mouth had returned the favor, and then he’d fixed me breakfast.

He’d grumbled about gerbil food the whole time even as he’d made a week’s worth of eggs, turkey sausage, and pancakes.

The man could eat—in every sense of the word.

It also seemed he was a bottomless pit because he’d just pulled me onto his lap, kissed me stupid, and then asked if I was hungry.

“We had breakfast a couple hours ago,” I pointed out.

He lifted the remote, muting the loud announcers who were arguing over their biased picks for the day’s football games before gripping my hips. He ground me down into his hardening cock. Since he was only wearing his jeans and I was in a pair of thin PJ shorts, it would be easy to move two layers of fabric out of the way.

I may have been sore and tired, but I wasn’t dead.

“Gotta keep my energy up,” he rumbled, his gaze dropping to zero in on my nipples pressing against my tank top.

“You don’t have to leave?”

I hated to ask. I didn’t want to think about the outside world. I loved the bubble we were in, just the two of us. Enjoying each other.

Taking our time.

But we both had responsibilities, so I was surprised.

Surprised, but pleased.

And by pleased, I meant happy as hell.

“Told you, hotcakes, you’ll have to pry me off with a crowbar.”

I grinned up at him. “I’ll cancel Sunday dinner with my family then.”

“Don’t gotta do that.”

A Sunday of Lars, more sex, and no family dinner? Trust me, not a hardship.

“It’s okay,” I rushed out, a little eagerly. Not wanting to scare him away with tales of my crazy family, I left it at that.

He lifted his chin in acknowledgement, but he wasn’t looking at me. When his jaw clenched until a muscle ticked, I was about to ask what was wrong before I followed his gaze over my shoulder and saw injury reports sprawled across the pregame screen.

The starting defense had more holes than Swiss cheese. It was enough to make any fan worried. It was also enough to make me glad I was canceling out on family dinner. My dad would likely spend the day yelling at the TV until my mom lost her shit at him.

“What do you want for lunch?” I leaned up to kiss his tight jaw before adding, “You’re going to need the energy for what I have planned.

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