Page 42 of Shattered Veil
“Just make sure I’m awake. I sometimes take a pill and the morning is all fog and blur,” he added last week.
I reach the second of the two closed doors. The first was a bathroom. So clearly, this one is Balor’s bedroom. He’ssleeping on the other side of this door. Resting my head on the raised panels door, I take deep breaths as my fingers close around the cool steel lever.
My breath releases when it opens. It occurs to me that I’ve never woken up anyone. Not even my dad. After bad dreams that made me cry, he came into my room.
I certainly never woke up Wes. My only moments of peace, other than being at school, were when the prick was asleep. Or at work.
Balor’s body comes into view and all I want to do is climb into bed with him. Wake him up with my mouth.
This sounded pathetically easy a few days ago, but it’s ridiculously hard because Balor is sleeping naked.
Lying on his stomach, he’s twisted in the blankets that barely cover his thick legs and sculpted ass.
My God...
Slowly, I approach the bed, breathing in the scent of musk, spice, and mint.
“Balor,” I whisper, gently nudging his shoulder.
His skin feels so warm, and I want to keep touching him, but he lurches up, still on his stomach. Shockingly, a gun appears from under a pillow, and next, I’m staring down a barrel.
“It’s me!” I cry out, frozen.
A bright green eye finally opens, and he shoves the gun back under the pillow. “Christ.” He rolls over and yanks the covers up. “What time is it?”
“Seven.” The time he told me to be here. “Did you sleep okay?”
“I don’t know.” He’s groggy and adorable with his hair mussed up.
I could gawk at him like a love-sick schoolgirl, or be the mature assistant he needs. “Come on. Up. Shower.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says seductively, staring at me with heavily-lidded eyes.
Then he pushes the covers away and stands to his full height.
Completely naked.
His glorious, thick, veiny cock is hard and bobbing.
He expects me to look away, but I stare into his eyes and then work my gaze down his body. It’s nothing I hadn’t seen before. By the time my eyes reach his cock, his hand is wrapped around it.
“Can you handle this?” he asks, gravelly, deep, and so very male.
“The gratuitous inappropriate nudity?”
“Aye. This job. Me. Like this. Every morning.”
“You don’t see me running away, do you?”
He leans in bringing our faces close. He just woke up, but his breath is sweet. “Good girl.”
“I just didn’t think I’d need a bulletproof vest.”
“I’ll never hurt you. Ever.” He spins and ambles to his bathroom.
The view from behind and his round, hairless ass is almost as good a view as the front. I stare. And tonight, alone in my bed, I’ll remember this and make myself come.
As Balor closes the bathroom door, our eyes catch and he smiles. “Make us some breakfast, butterfly.”