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“Here,” Lachlan replies as he hands me the apple.
I take a bite of the tart, green apple right where Lachlan had previously bitten into it.
“Delicious,” I mimic with a smile.
Lachlan laughs before going to pour himself another whiskey and me a champagne. I set down the apple on the coffee table before taking the champagne glass from his outstretched hand.
“Thank you,” I whisper before taking a sip.
Lachlan stares at me as I drink.
“So how did you like it? Missing out, right?”
Lachlan is full-on grinning at me now.
“Best thing I’ve ever had.” I grin back.
I don’t think we’re talking about just the apple anymore.
Lachlan picks up his glass of whiskey and goes to take a sip. Before he does, I interrupt him.
“You know, there’s something else I haven’t had in a while. I might not remember the taste of it either,” I say while feigning innocence.
Lachlan pauses with the whiskey glass almost pressed to his lips and moves it aside. I lean back to be resting more comfortably against the corner nook of the couch.
“Oh yeah, and what’s that, Goldie girl?”
Lachlan eyes me carefully as he tilts his head to the side and wears a devilish grin.
“Whiskey—maybe I’d like a glass of that instead?”
“I see…”
Lachlan inches closer to me—our knees are touching now. I’m the prey, waiting for its captor to pounce.
Getting on his knees, he spreads my legs apart and gets between them. My dress hikes further up my thighs as my sex gets wet from his closeness.
I immediately forget my whole act.
Lachlan turns around and lifts his whiskey off the coffee table. I bite my lip in anticipation, feeling myself soak for what’s to come.
“Head back, open that pretty little mouth for me,” Lachlan rasps.
It’s instinctual for me to do as he asks. Without trying to look, I can hear Lachlan taking a gulp of the whiskey glass and setting it down.
Leaning over me, I see his face hovering over mine. Slowly, Lachlan lets a small amount of whiskey out of his mouth and into mine. The burn of the whiskey goes down my throat. I make a point to suck it down and lick my lips after.
He finishes the whiskey in his mouth as his eyes devour my every move.
“Thank you, Father Lachlan,” I moan.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Before I have a moment to adjust myself, Lachlan crashes his mouth to mine and consumes my lips. I bring my hand to the back of his head and grip hard at his wavy short hair to give as much as Lachlan is. He breaks away first and brings us both to sitting upright.
Leaning forward, he grabs his whiskey glass and takes another sip right as he winks.
Later in the night, I know I have to give Lachlan another confession.
