Oh. It was working already, huh?
He looked up at me. “Did you cum from this?”
“I—I don’t know,” I answered honestly, just as shocked as he was.
“Fuck…” he dragged.
Ciro appeared after a while, his hands covering his eyes as he addressed the awestruck Theo. “Yo, you gotta wait at least three weeks before you do anything.”
Theo didn’t respond immediately, his focus still on me, as if the world outside the two of us didn’t exist.
“Theo, did you hear me?” Ciro pushed.
He exhaled slowly, then finally nodded. “Yeah. I heard you.”
Ciro shook his head, a small sigh escaping his lips. “You’re a fucking handful, you know that?”
I got up and pulled down my dress, my entire lower half still raw. Theo helped me keep my balance, but it was his quiet, determined gaze that made me hold my breath.
“Trust me, it’s fine,” Theo said, his voice low but steady. “We’ll wait.”
Lie.
Ciro dropped his hand and raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press it further. He just gave Theo a pointed look before turning back to his work.
I tilted my head back, meeting Theo’s gaze. “You okay?”
For a moment, I could see the storm of thoughts running through his mind—just under the surface—but then, just as quickly, he softened. A small smile curled at the corners of his lips. “Yeah. I’m good.”
?????
As soon as we stepped onto the penthouse elevator, his lips dragged up the hollow of my neck. My head tilted back on instinct, breath catching as his hands fisted the fabric of my dress, tugging it up.
“Teddy…” I whispered, barely able to get it out. “Ciro said not yet.”
“I’m not waiting three weeks, Carmen,” he murmured against my skin, voice gravel-thick. “I don’t have you for that long.”
“Still. The same day?” My fingers curled around his wrist. “I don’t want it to get infected—”
“It won’t get infected, baby,” he cut in. “I’ll take care of it.”
His hand slid the dress higher, grazing my thighs now.
“Teddy…”
“Shh,” he hushed me, mouth brushing my collarbone.
Then, the elevator dinged.
Salvation.
I moved fast, slipping out of his grasp, but before I could take a full step forward, his hand caught a fistful of my hair—a tight grip. With a firm tug, I stumbled backward, right into his chest with a breathy gasp.
“You wanna run?” he said, voice low in my ear. “Then run to the room and get ready for me.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. “Ready? How?”
He smiled.
