A Hunger to Share ( Book One )

chapter 55

James   

It was the tickling sensation of fingers on his bare skin that woke him more than the smell of coffee.

James groaned, and rolled to his side, then cracked open an eye to see stormy gray ones looking back at him.

"Good morning." Artyom's light fingers ran down his arm. He was sitting beside him, wearing a black, silk robe, hair messy and adorable.

James opened his other eye, and stared at him. "Fuck."

"Yes we did that last night." Then he got serious. "What is it? Are you in pain?"

"No, I mean yeah, a little but that's not the point."

"What is the point?" Artyom looked confused.

"I slept with my boss who is a man."

"Do you regret it?"

James caressed the back of his hand. "Hell no. I enjoyed it. I loved it. That's the problem."

"Why would that be a problem?" Artyom smiled, looking releaved, and ran his fingers along the line of James's jaw.

He was a touchy person. James liked that.

"This could complicate things. I'm so tired of that."

"Forget titles, and labels. Let's enjoy ourselves. I like fucking you, and you liked it too. It's as simple as that. Just let us be." He handed James a blue coffee mug.

James accepted it, and leaned against the pillows, then took a small sip. "I'll try."

"Good boy." Artyom smiled, and ran his fingers through James's hair.

"What time is it?" James sipped his coffee.

Artyom's fingers moved to his collarbone. "Around three p.m."

What?" James exclamed, almost spitting out his coffee. "Why did you let me sleep so much?"

"You were exhuated." Artyom shrugged, dropping his hand.

"I slept for nine hours. That's... Damn, I can't remember the last time I slept this much."

"I have a magical bed." Artyom said with a soft chuckle.

"More like a magical cock." James laughed.

"That too." Artyom agreed with a smirk.

"Don't you have anywhere to be?"

"No, the club opens at eight. We're free till then."

"I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"You're always welcome in my home, and my bed." Artyom's fingers were caressing his cheek.

"You really want me around?"

"Yes. What do you want to do?"

Artyom's black robe had slid off his left shoulder. James ran his fingers over his tattoo. "How about that video game?"

Artyom smiled. "Excellent choice."    

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A.N:

This is the end of book one. See you in book two. 

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