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WINNOW

D espite his silent feet, the moment Gideon enters, I wake. My heart is pounding so hard it’s in my throat, and it takes considerable effort to keep my breathing even to give him the illusion that I’m still asleep.

Peeking through the slits of my eyes, I watch Gideon stalk over, dressed in nothing but his sweatpants hanging low around his waist. With only the moon for illumination, it allows me to see the undeniably massive cock tenting his pants, and I very nearly moan with delight.

He stops only a foot or so away from where my hips are, hesitating for several moments as he sets his clothes down at the foot of the bed.

I’m exposed from the hips down. Earlier, I hadn’t been able to fall back asleep until I did something to cure the needy ache between my legs by pleasuring myself to fantasies of him, but my body seems to have already forgotten.

Finally, after several moments of deliberating, Gideon tugs the waistband of his pajama pants down until the long, thick, veiny length of him is liberated.

Akash-fucking-almighty, this man could demolish buildings with that thing.

Even with his huge hand, his fingertips barely touch when he wraps it around his cock to spread the leaking seed over his crown.

I’m trying so hard to hold still, to not let my hips wiggle in search of his touch. I nearly gasp as Gideon spits into his palm and begins to administer languid strokes up and down his formidable length. Indecision wars within me.

Should I let him know that I’m awake?

That I want him?

My logical mind kicks in, calculating the various outcomes that could come from me welcoming him into his bed right now.

Memories resurface in my mind’s eye—all of which were thoroughly underwhelming: fleeting relationships, zero loyalty, and even less emotional depth…

Intuition tells me any sexual encounter with Gideon would be everything I’ve ever dreamed of, but the fact of the matter is that I still barely know him.

I want what I have with him to mean something.

That tether-like tug aches in my chest as though demanding I fulfill our bond—if that is indeed what it is.

Even if he is my soulbound, I don’t want us to be strangers when we’re intimate. I want more than that.

Still, I only have so much restraint.

So I shall meet myself in the middle and allow myself to enjoy the sight of Gideon stroking himself to completion to my ‘unconscious’, nude form.

Naughty boy. I’ll get you back for this.