Page 165 of Brainwashed

The only reason I even know where he’s from is because all the numbers texting him had Atlanta area codes.

He leans back against the headboard, focusing on the TV screen hanging on the wall opposite the bed, being his usual elusive self. I can’t help but stare at him, appreciating the line of his jaw and his neatly shaven facial hair. His full lips and symmetrical nose, immaculate eyebrows. Those dreadlocks.God, they’re sexy.I like holding on to them when we’re making out. And I love when he ties them back in a sort of half-ponytail thing.

Even his scars… the ones around his throat and on his wrists. I don’t know what they’re from, and of course he’d never tell me. But for some reason, his imperfections are just as alluring as the rest of him.More, even. Because they remind me that he’s human…

They make him look like someone who could survive someone like me.

He’s just so drop-dead stunning, I don’t even know how to act. From day one, I’ve been making a fool of myself around this man. I’m sort of shocked he’s even interested in me, in any type of way.

Swallowing down my insecurities, I bite my lip.What are we doing, Lemuel Love? Would you even want to call me yours? Or am I just dreaming…

“Felix,” he grunts my name in that tone of voice that gives my balls a nice throb.

“Lem,” I whisper, blinking up at his beautiful face.

His eyes drop to mine. “You’re staring at me.”

My lashes flutter nervously. “Sorry…”

“Are you not enjoying the show?” he asks, and there’s some minute desperation in his eyes that’s just about the cutest, sexiest thing ever. It’sreallyimportant to him that I like his favorite show…

Swoon city.

“Oh no, I’m definitely enjoying it,” I murmur, nestling up onto my side next to him, my fingers running up his thigh. “But when youNetflix and chill, you’re not really supposed to watch the show…”

His eyes darken and his wide chest moves with a heavy breath. “Is that right…?”

“Mhm.” I nod.

He shifts so that he’s fully facing me. “What are you supposed to do, then?”

“Take a wild guess.” I play with the button on his pants.

“Mmm…” he rumbles, catching my hand, then pressing it into his groin.

A flurry of breath escapes me as I rub up on him, feeling him stiffen beneath my palm. I’m fucking salivating already, my ass clenching with the greedy desire to be filled. I can’t even fathom how addicted I am to having his huge cock all the way up inside my body. It’s like being electrocuted with pleasure.

“My sexy little psycho wants to get dicked deep, hm?” he asks in a salacious brogue that sends a chill up my spine, and into my nuts.

I nod frantically and purr, “Fuck me, Doctor.”

He growls, grasping my face and pulling my lips to his. He kisses me raw for minutes, sucking and biting on my mouth, almost aggressively, and I fucking love it. My cock is leaking already.

“I think we should take a bath,” he murmurs on my swollen lips. “All these nights you’ve been staying in here and we’ve yet to use the tub.”

My eyelids peel open and I gaze at him, hooded with lust.

The tub…

Immediately, my mind flashes through all the times I’ve been in a bathtub with a man. More than twenty times, I believe.

The memories of warm water soaked red tickle my stomach. Lem stares at me, a knowing look on his face. This isn’t a coincidence, and he’s not stupid. He fully knows what he’s suggesting.Always experimenting.

A tingle of zeal starts in my toes and travels all the way up my body while I nod slowly. “I’d love to take a bath with you.”

He taps my chin with his knuckles. “Good.”

Then he gets up and takes my hand, helping me off the bed. And we scamper together to the en suite. The bathtub is a masterpiece. I would havekilledto have something like this in my place—get it?