Page 26 of Bite Me


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My stomach hurt with hunger, and I was hard in my pants. Eddie only had to glance lower, and he’d see it.

I could bite his wrist. It would only take a tenth of a second, and I could be eating my dinner with my hand on his cock.My fingers in his ass.

Horrified at myself, I let go of his hand and moved behind the desk.

“That was over the line. Please, forgive me.”

He stood there, gaping at me, then he looked at his finger and at me again.

“It’s gone,” he breathed. He inspected his hand, looking dazed. “Thank you. That’s kind of amazing.”

“It only works on small, superficial wounds.”

He nodded jerkily. “Sure. Okay. I… should go.”

“Yes. Thank you for today, Eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nodding again, he put the folder under his arm. “See you on Monday.”

“Yes. On Monday.”

He walked out of the room on unsteady feet and fumbled with the doorknob before closing the door.

I stumbled forward and sank into a chair. My erection throbbed.

God, I was so fuckinghungry. I had to feed.

Rolling my tongue around in my mouth, I closed my eyes. Eddie’s unique flavor faded too quickly.

I should go to a club and eat properly. Hell, I should spend the weekend biting and fucking whoever was willing so I could face the temptation on Monday.

But I didn’t do anything even remotely sensible like that.

On my way home, I bought an overpriced bottle of Bordeaux. I drank the entire thing in the bathtub, alternatively refilling my glass and masturbating to the fantasies of Eddie naked on my desk, legs spread and throat exposed.

7

CONFESSIONS

EDDIE

When I came home, Sheri had a bottle of prosecco open and was curling her eyelashes. I was about to ask her where Aaron had disappeared to, but then I remembered he’d planned to visit his grandma this weekend.

“Let’s go out,” she said when I hung my coat on a hook by the door.

I groaned.Here we go again. “Not today.”

“C’mon, Eddie. You know I’ll convince you in the end. Say yes now, and we’ll spare ourselves the time and energy.”

She put aside the eyelash thingy and poured me a glass of the fizzy drink. She clinked it with hers and handed it to me.

“You need to unwind. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. But that’s okay because you have me, and I’m going to get you laid.”

“Sheri…”