“Is that a problem?” I blinked, shaping my features to a neutral portrait.
“I was hoping you would at least give me a chance to eat breakfast before asking to see my dick, but you’re the boss.”
Before I had a chance to protest or even react, Galenor stood and stepped to the side, his waist only inches from me. Then, with absolutely no warning, he dropped the towel he used to cover his body, displaying himself fully to me.
I gawked, too shocked to even breathe because…by all the gods, he had a tattoo just there and it was massive.
Everythingwas massive.
The black lines slithered from the back of his knee up to his thigh, spiralling onto his hips and circling to the left side of his pelvis and down to his…yup, massive, like I said.
“Wow,” I said in amazement, a huge sigh leaving my throat.
“Thank you,” he smirked, grinning at me with pride.
He was so close to me, so close to my face that one single push would have us connected. It was so easy to take him into my mouth, to taste him and spread that tattoo, which seemed to go on and on. He must have realised it too because his body started reacting to our closeness, urging me to touch him. To lick up and down all those intricate lines.
“Okay, that's enough,” I widened my palm and pressed it in front of my eyes to cover the view. “Thank you, you can return to your breakfast now.”
I tilted my head to the side and did not move until I heard the squeak of the chair, telling me that he sat back at a safe distance.
“That was…” I sighed. “Unexpected.”
“Why, you’ve seen bigger?” he raised a brow, suddenly curious.
I shook my head no, not wanting to say it. Trying my best to get that image out of my head and to stop my mouth from producing extra saliva.
He blinked a few times, those emerald eyes pinned on me.
“Did I break you, muffin?” Then, with a smirk, he added. “Don’t worry, little one. It’s just as afraid of you as you are of it.”
“Can we please just eat? In silence?” I snapped, all too aware that I started to compete with the tomato for the best shade of red of the morning.
Before I knew it, I had less than an hour left. I had wasted three ignoring Galenor and gawking at the taut muscles on his back as he did his gym exercises through the open door while I laid in bed. I made up an excuse about needing to do some research and left him on his own as soon as I finished gulping down my food.
If I had any chance to do this, I couldn’t waste any more time. Before I called for him, I drew in a few sharp breaths, preparing myself for the incoming closeness of his sweaty torso and all the sensations that would raise in me.
“Galenor?” I threw the calling before becoming paralysed with fear.
“Muffin?” he stopped midway through a pull, his swollen biceps clenching around the weight and turned to face me.
“Can you come chat with me for a moment?” I felt my determination crumble, my voice melting at the sight of him.
With a booming thud, he dropped the weight and rushed to the bedroom door. Then, without an invitation, he threw himself on the mattress by my side, watching me with a curious gaze.
“What is it?”
I sighed, readying myself for all the mockery I was about to receive. Knowing I had no choice but to take it.
Wanting to make it clear, I stated my reasons as if I were back in school.
“Part of my assignment is to receive instructions. I use the living quarters of the subject, in this case you, and I am given specific sets of instructions with a time limit to fulfil them.”
The fae remained quiet by my side, dripping sensuality on my mattress.
“Today’s instruction is to discover any markings on your body,” I decided to spurt out, aware of the little time I had left and wanting to make it clear that my job was the only reason why I was bringing this up again.
Galenor chuckled, his laughter making my cheeks automatically blush.
