Page 8 of Up in a Blaze

When he didn’t reply, I turned and swallowed my tongue.

He was naked. Completely naked.

My gaze slowly ran over his form and ate up every delectable inch of this beast of a man.

That was a nice cock. A cock that twitched under my stare.

Quickly, I looked up at the man in front of me.

“You gonna get outta the way or join me in there?”

Holy fuck. Had I died? Had he actually killed me?

His lips kicked up in the corner for a moment before he schooled his features again. “At least I know what makes you silent.”

My feathers ruffled, and in French, I snapped, “I will never stay silent for long, so don’t enjoy it too much.”

“Get in the shower, Henri.”

I flicked my gaze to his hardening dick, to his wound, and back up to his eyes. “It seems you don’t like me silent.”

“Shower. Now.”

“And if I say non?”

“Then you can leave. I’d never force someone.”

Liking his words a lot, I sighed like I wasn’t really into this, when it was the complete opposite, and removed my robe.

“I suppose you will need a hand in the shower.”

He snorted. But he didn’t argue with me.

Saint rapped his knuckles against the partition, and I blinked back into the now as he said, “Henri, you okay?”

Nodding, I smiled. “Yes, and I was just getting to the good part of a memory.”

Saint chuckled, waving a hand my way. “Is that what the drool is about?”

Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hands, elbows to my desk. “The only time I drool, mon ami, is when Blaze has my mouth stuffed full.”

Saint groaned. “I walked right into that one.”

Grinning, I winked. “You did. Are you here taking over from Wreck?”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna head to my office now before Blaze shoots me for spending too much time around you.”

With a scoff, I shook my head and leaned back in my seat. “How will he know?”

Saint grinned and glanced behind me. “Hey, Blaze.”

There was a grunt before Saint walked off. Next, my hair was snagged, and my head was tugged back. He nipped at my chin with his teeth. “Time to eat.”

Smiling, I then licked my lips. “I could use a meal.”

Shaking his head, he kissed me quickly and pulled back. “Food, firecracker.”

“I’m here,” Isobell announced, racing across the waiting area. She was one of the sex workers but also filled in at the reception desk when I needed my time away.