I sit there in the dark of the room. I promised her I’d come to bed, but Jeremy needed these documents written by morning, and I’d already wasted time all day. Well. It’s not waste when it’s her, I couldn’t focus on anything but the thought of plowing the fuck out of Arden.

She’s finally let her guard down. My Arden’s accepted me, she lets her walls down and let’s herself be soft with me. Only me.

mine.

I’m broken out of my focus on the keyboard when footsteps reach me, my eyes cock to the side, I know those steps anywhere. I know that scent, anywhere. Arden stand’s over me, rubbing her eyes like a little girl, dazed and swaying on her feet. “You’re tired, go back to b..”

It doesn’t register until I finally stop typing, what she’d done. Arden climbed onto me, sat on my lap like it’s a chair, her chair. I could be anything she wants, needs. Holy fuck. She never let’s me sit her on my lap.

I relax and wrap my arms round her, tucking her head under my chin, shielding her as she shifted. I had to stifle my groan, she keeps rubbing subconsciously, making goosebumps form on my skin, anything she does gets me hot, bothered, and riled up. “..stop rubbing unless you want it in your sleep.” I rasped into her ear.