37. Haven

I paced the hall outside Wick’s bedroom, carrying Bingley against my chest and biting away at my nails as I waited for him to finish.

This was so bizarre. He was in there, right now, jacking off. For me. I’d never asked a guy to do that before.

Honestly, I had to wonder if anyone had ever asked a guy to do that before.

Picturing him how he’d been in the shower, pumping himself with water sluicing down his muscled back and buttocks, my womb tightened and thighs tingled. Maybe I should’ve asked if I could watch—wait, no. That would be totally crossing the line.

And this wasn’t? the logical part of my brain screamed. The entire plan had a healthy level of line-crossing to it, as well as insanity and outright stupidity. But strangely, I felt committed, as if it were already too late to back out.

My pulse raced with anxiety as I—

The door to Wick’s room cracked open, and he poked only his head out, flinching when he found me loitering.

“Oh.” He flushed. “You’re…right there.”

“What’s