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Angel Mode? (2)

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I couldn't stifle the giggle that was trying to escape. I slapped my hand over my mouth, but the sound had already been released.

His wide eyes flew up to my face and I pulled my hand away, biting my lower lip, trying not to laugh harder.

His eyes went wider as he looked back down. I glanced down just in time to see his dick twitch.

Well, Damien Vanderbrooke, you may have forgotten me, but your cock sure hadn't.

I nodded knowingly at him. "Angel Mode." I stated, simply.

He looked back up at me, confusion covering his face, his head cocking to one side. His eyes fell to the necklace around my neck. "Angel mode?"

I waved my hand dismissively, walking away from the side of the bed, over to the window. I pulled the curtains back and stared out.

"What is Angel Mode?" He asked. I heard him start to move from the bed, then curse, before sitting back down. "Can you grab me some clothes, please?"

I shook my head, keeping my back turned to him. "Angel Mode, dear husband, is the term that you have given to your cock's reaction when he is happy to see me. Apparently, it happens quite frequently. Get used to it."

I spun around, moving back over to the bed. "I've also seen you naked nearly as much as I have seen you with clothes on." Ripping the covers off his lap I saw that his towel had fallen open. He stared up at me with bewilderment.

Oh shit.

Pandora purred with excitement.

I hadn't thought of my bodies reaction to seeing him. I had only been trying to make a fucking point.

My heated gaze moved over his body, landing on his full, steel, hard cock. My tongue darted out, moving over my suddenly very dry lips. I gulped hard, taking one step back but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

Trailing a heated path, up over his still perfectly defined abs and chest, up to his face, my breathing hitched when our eyes met. His reflected the lust filled desire I was feeling, right back at me.

The knock on the door alerted both of us and I quickly pulled away from him as he readjusted the blanket over his body.

A woman walked in, a tray in her trembling hands. "I have your lunch, Mr. Vanderbrooke."

He smiled at her and motioned towards table next to him. "Right there is fine, thank you."

She looked up at him in shock as she set the tray down, then quickly scurried out of the room.

"Did you see that?" I asked, walking around the bed to the tray of food. "You have these poor women trembling every time they have to enter this room. You should be ashamed."

I lifted the lid from the plate of food and scrunched up my nose. "Ew. That looks disgusting."

He chuckled. I dropped the lid suddenly, my heart racing as I turned to him. It was the first time I had heard him laugh in a month. It was music to my ears.