Chapter 23
Charlotte
It’s been quite a while since I’ve slept so peacefully. When I do finally crack open my eyes, light is peeking out from behind the curtains which tells me it is later than I normally rise.
I stretch out my delightfully sore body only to realize the other side of the bed is empty. Horus is gone, but his sandalwood scent still lingers on the pillows. I cuddle one to my chest and bury my head to breathe it in deeply. It brings back the memories of last night and I have absolutely no regrets crossing that line with Horus. If anything, I’m a bit disappointed he’s not here to go for round two.
His phone is still on the bedside table and clothes still on the floor. So, I decide it’s time to get up to search for my sexy god. I roll out of bed and grab a t-shirt off the floor. As I open the bedroom door, the tantalizing aroma of waffles hits my nose.
If this man has made me waffles, I swear to the old and new gods that I will get on my knees for him because that is the perfect way to my heart.
Sure enough, as I turn the corner into the kitchen I witness the sexy view of Horus in nothing but boxers and one of Charlie’s kitchen aprons that says “Kiss Me I’m British” as he is mixing batter in a bowl. He’s got a waffle maker going with a couple of waffles already made on a plate.
When I approach he looks up and gives me a big smile. “Hello, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”
I chuckle at the absurdly domestic scene and smile back. “Very well thanks to you.” I give him a wink as I saunter over, very aware that he can see my underwear peeking out from under the shirt.
He’s watching my approach intently, but still mixing the batter in the bowl. When I reach him, I take his hand and dip one of his fingers in the batter only to bring it to my lips and suck. He’s eyes close and he releases a throaty groan.
That’s all the encouragement I need to pull down his boxers as I get to my knees. His cock is already hardening as I use my tongue to lick the length of it. Before he can pull away, I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs and take him deep into my mouth.
“Fuuuuck, Charlotte. Yes, godsdam that’s amazing,” he mutters. I hear the clatter of a spoon hitting the table as he braces his hands against the counter.
I take my time sucking and teasing before I start to deep throat his gloriously hard dick. Another sensual moan comes from his mouth and he slides his fingers in my hair. He starts to pull on my head to take over the rhythm to the pace he likes.
Tears start to form as his cock continuously hits the back of my throat. Just as I’m about to tap out, he grips my hair tighter and growls, “You take me so well, Charlotte. Now, get ready to swallow.”
A couple more pumps of his hips and his cock thickens as his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow the salty essence down and look up at his adoring face.
“I was supposed to be the one surprising you with breakfast,” he says while catching his breath.
He helps me stand and takes a dish towel to wipe the sides of my face from tears and stray cum. “Waffles are the ultimate way to my heart, Horus. They are better than sex.”
His eyebrows shoot up at that comment.
“Well… they were better than sex. It seems orgasms with you are much more intense than what I’m used to. So, I may have to rethink that statement.”
He chuckles and leads me to a seat at the kitchen table. He proceeds to serve me a waffle the size of a dinner plate with fresh berries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream on top.
I pour an unhealthy amount of maple syrup on top and start digging in while Horus finishes making his waffle. Once it’s ready, he heads over to the table and sits across from me, still wearing that hysterical apron.
One of his eyebrows curves upwards as he says, “Do you want a little bit of waffle with your syrup?”
I shoot him a withering look as I chew on a large piece of waffle. “Don’t judge. It’s unbecoming of a god of your rank.”
He huffs a laugh and digs into his breakfast. We eat in companionable silence until Horus clears his throat. “So, we need to talk about next steps.”
I look up and he has a look on his face that looks like a cross of uncertainty and fear. “Well, we don’t have to put a label on things but I would definitely like to sleep with you again if that’s what you are asking. Of course, I’m someone that doesn’t really do well with ‘casual’ and I’d rather stay exclusive.”
His face breaks out into a grin. “I’m glad I made a good impression because we are definitely exclusive and will be doing that again, but I was speaking of finding the tablet, doe eyes.”
A flush breaks out over my whole face at the misunderstanding and I giggle, “Oh that.”
“Yes, that.” He grins and continues to take a bite of his waffle. “I don’t want to put you in any more danger. So, maybe I should go back to the museum by myself to search.”
I put my fork down and cross my arms. “Absolutely not, Horus. I know my reaction to Ammit yesterday wasn’t stellar, but I’m prepared now and I won’t be left behind like a damsel who can’t contribute.”
He sighs and says, “I had a feeling you would say that.” He then proceeds to stuff his mouth with another large waffle piece.
“We are a team now, Horus. I want to help. I know I’m mortal and that’s a weakness, but it’s worth the risk to find the piece.”
He stops chewing and looks up. “Being mortal is never a weakness, Charlotte. If anything, being mortal allows you the mindset to live life to the fullest because you know there is an end date. So, don’t think that is what this is about. I just don’t want you to get hurt unnecessarily.”
“How is this not about my mortality if you don’t want me to get hurt?”
“Because I would tear off the arm of anyone that hurt you, and I think that it might put me in a slightly bad light in your book if I started showing violent tendencies towards those who would seek to do you harm.”
I stare at him with my mouth agape.
“Am I wrong, doe eyes?”
“I mean… I would rather you not rip off people’s arms, but I trust that you will keep me safe.” I look into his eyes and plead, “Please, don’t leave me behind, Horus.”
He takes another bite and contemplates. After a moment, he mumbles while chewing, “Well, when you give me those beautiful eyes how am I supposed to say no?”
I grin and take another bite of my waffles. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”
“I would never regret doing anything with you, sweetheart.”