He’d fallen asleep on her bed.
Fuck.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Maeve looked over at him sleepily from where she was sitting on the sofa. She had something on her lap. Material? Was she making something?
“I fell asleep,” he grumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Making a dog outfit. That’s what I do for a living.”
Huh.
“You should sleep some more. You were tired.”
He glanced down at his watch. Fuck. It was midnight.
And he had to piss. Badly. Getting up, he glanced over at Maeve with a frown. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You know, for some reason, I thought you’d wake up in a better mood.”
He walked into the bathroom, still feeling half-asleep.
Standing at the toilet, he reached down for his dick, only to feel something around it. What was . . . was that . . . oh no, that brat hadn’t.
Then he heard the giggles.
“Maeve!” he yelled. Yeah, he probably shouldn’t scream. These walls were likely thin as fuck. Plus, he didn’t want to scare her. He knew he could be intimidating
“Yes!” she yelled back.
Okay, maybe he didn’t intimidate her like he thought he did.
“Did you tie a red ribbon around my dick?”
She slid her face around the edge of the door. He was aware he was standing over the toilet about to piss, but he didn’t care. Wasn’t like he was shy.
“Me? Surely not.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying someone else snuck into this place while you were otherwise occupied and the only thing they did was tie a bow around my cock?”
“Well, maybe they thought it was a present . . . a gift . . .” She broke into giggles.
Good. Lord.
Yeah, she was really intimidated by him. The laughter continued as he drew the ribbon off. She’d somehow managed to thread it through the bottom button hole of his shirt first before tying it.
How the fuck had she managed to do that while he was sleeping? He never slept that deeply.
You were exhausted. And she’d just sucked you off.
He never fell asleep after coming.
That was just fucking humiliating.
Christ, what was he thinking? She could have done anything to him, and he wasn’t talking about his gift-wrapped dick.
Obviously, he needed to get some more sleep. He was making bad judgment calls.
“Are you going to pee?” she asked. “Do you need help unwrapping your dick?”