Slowly, I turned my head and froze when I saw him fully awake now, eyes half-lidded, propped lazily on one elbow. He looked unfairly composed for a man who'd just spent the night with his nephew's ex.
Caesar watched me with a faint, knowing smirk curving his lips as he leaned back against the headboard, completely unbothered by his own nakedness and utterly at ease in the aftermath of everything. Even his c**k, soft now, resting against his thigh was still smeared with traces of my slick and his c*m. He didn't flinch. He didn't hide. He just watched me, his gaze heavy and possessive, the kind that made my pulse skip.
The sight of his sculpted body that had ruined me hours ago, bare without a hint of shame sent a hot flush crawling up my neck.
"You should hate me for last night," Ceasar
