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“Indeed. I’ll besureto tell her the anonymous psycho with the fucking antler mask says hello.”

I say a quick goodbye to the rest of them, then I’m out through one of the secret side doors, leaving the underground cathedral behind and heading home.

Well…sort of.

Technically,Greymoor isn’t homeyet. But it will be eventually, maybe in year or so, when the extensive renovations are complete.

For now, we like to sleep here every so often, imagining what it’ll be like.

It’s late, and when I lock the front door behind me, the house is dark. I walk past the architectural drawings tacked to the walls and the surveying equipment the engineer left, then head all the way to the top, to Lady Greymoor’sboudoir.

I hope she doesn’t mind that we’ve commandeered it.

Milena’s dance bag is packed and sitting in the hallway just outside the bedroom. Right. She’s got a super early call time tomorrow.

I slip into the room quietly, peeling my clothes off as my eyes roam over her, asleep in bed—blonde hair loose around her shoulders, the faint light from outside painting across her face.

God, she’s beautiful.

Naked, I slip into bed behind her and wrap my arms around her body.

Good. She’s naked, too.

Instantly, because fucked if I can control myself around her, my cock swells and pushes, thickening against her ass.

I want to wake her. Or maybe play with her in her sleep.

Finger her pussy, run my dick over her lips, then push inside—just the head, for a little bit. Or maybe come on her tits.

You know, nothing crazy.

But just as I consider that she told me several times today about her early morning, her voice breaks the silence.

“You going to fuck me with that gorgeous cock, or just rub it against me?”

I grin.

“I was actually contemplating fucking your mouth while you sleep and painting your face with my cum. Possibly your pussy.” I shrug. “Maybe both.”

She giggles as she turns in my arms to face me. “Does it ruin it if I’m awake when you do it?” she teases.

God, I love this woman.

“I’d say that that makes it even better.”

“Well,” she purrs, reaching down between us and wrapping her small fingers around my rock-hard cock, “inthatcase—hnnng…”

She loses her words I sink two fingers into her. She moans when I kiss her, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs.

Our eyes lock in the darkness, green against blue, and my mouth crushes to hers, stealing her breath.

Darkness meeting darkness.

The French have a saying:folie à deux. It means “shared psychosis" or "shared delusional disorder". Maybe that’s us.

Crazy meeting crazy.

Lunacy blending with lunacy.

A shared madness.

Or maybe it’s just called love.