Casing ✔️

Chapter 32

"What are you doing?" My voice was louder and a lot more surprised than I thought my exhausted self could manage, but somehow I did. And the very self-satisfied grin on James' face told me he loved my reaction.

But...I'd never walked into a bedroom and seen a man naked. On his bed. With...that. I had to look twice to make sure I knew exactly what was going on.

"I told you I love it when you're bossy," he said, shrugging it off, like he didn't have his hard-on on display for me.

He chuckled as I struggled to figure out what to say or do.

"Honestly," I began, unable to hold my own chuckle in, "I'm not against this kind of surprise, but you just watched me vomiting."

His eyebrow raised as he moved further into the mattress and patted beside him, urging me to come join him. He didn't need to ask twice. I settled next to him, my head resting on his bicep as he turned to his side and smiled at me.

"I don't care," he told me, pushing a strand of my hair away from my face. "Can I kiss my girlfriend now?"

I barely got to nod before his lips connected with mine. He groaned deeply, pulling my body closer to his as he claimed me. Because that's what it felt like he was doing; he was claiming me as his, even though I'd been his from the moment we met. I just didn't know it.

But he knew. And he'd waited weeks for this.

The taste of my toothpaste mixed with him, and no matter how much I tried to remain in control, I couldn't. My toes curled, and my core lit up, and all my thoughts went straight to the future.

Would this be a daily thing? I hoped so.

My fingers found his unruly, brown locks, and I pulled a little, just to assert some dominance. He might've initiated the kiss, and he might've been the one in charge, but I could do whatever I wanted, and he'd comply. I knew it. He knew it. And our kiss ended up as an erotic dance, fighting over which of us would give up power first.

James chuckled against my mouth as he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him, so I laid on top of him. He hummed as he broke the kiss, and smiled at me.

"You're too good to be true," he muttered as I sat up, feeling him hard against my backside. "You're fierce, strong and independent," he continued, shaking his head in disbelief, "and you're the most gorgeous girl to ever live. I'll be your servant, forever."

"That's excessive," I muttered back, even if I smiled at his words.

"Is it? I don't think so," he replied, winking at me. "I'd happily be locked in your bedroom, call you mistress, and just exist to please you."

"As good as you are at pleasing me," I said, leaning over him with my hands on either side of his perfect face, "I like how it is now."

His hands went down my waist, around my back, and to my ass. His fingers dug in and pulled, arching my lower back, and as he did, I felt him against my core. At that moment, I hated that I wore underwear—that underwear was a thing at all.

"Me too." He grinned as his arms moved up to hold my back, locking me in place above him. "I didn't like being jealous, though."

"So you were jealous?"

"A little." He cleared his throat. "Though now you're actually mine. Why would I be jealous of what's mine?"

"You make a good point." I flicked his nose once, before I kissed him.

I spent the day moving as little as possible. Every time I did, it was like my bones protested, and the contents of my stomach threatened loudly to come back up. So staying in bed all day with my e-reader was perfect.