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It made me blush to have him touching me so intimately, but in a way, it also made me feel cared for. Exhausted, I hazarded a glance back just in time to see him tuck away his cock. He noticed me watching and smiled softly as if he was reassuring me.
I lay against the table for a long minute until his arms wrapped around my waist. He lifted me up and sat down, settling me safely in his lap. I sighed quietly as I curled against his heat, feeling surrounded by all that was him. His heart pounded steadily against my ear, a protective haven that promised the world.
My heart swelled with emotion.
There was no need to say anything. I closed my eyes, savoring the sheer bliss pumping through my veins. My backside still stung, but less so. His fingers dug into my scalp, massaging me softly and I moaned with pleasure at the wonderful sensations that came with it.
I don’t know how long we sat together like that. To be honest, it didn’t much matter.
This night had gone perfectly.
CHAPTER10
Leah
The light cut in through the sheer curtains over my window and I blinked blearily awake. With a groan, I stretched and opened my eyes.
I was in my own bed. I shifted, my cheeks burning. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing on my body. My stomach tightened as my thighs slid against one another. My pussy ached. I pressed my hand over my eyes, ashamed and aroused as the events of last night rolled through my mind.
Kieran and I had fucked in the middle of his own pub. Not only that, but he’d spanked me with his hand and his belt. My bottom was still a little bit sore too.
To be honest, I liked that.
I’d never really thought about something like that before. It felt like an incredibly taboo and wicked fantasy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him doing it again. It had been real. It had actually happened to me.
I remembered cuddling in his lap and closing my eyes, languishing in the way his arms curled around me. I didn’t remember walking back home. Maybe I’d been so tired that I’d fallen asleep in his arms.
My head felt like it was in the clouds and when I looked down, I noticed that I was covered in a thick long winter jacket that wasn’t mine. I fingered the soft woolen cloth. It was a man’s coat.
His, probably…
Had he carried me all this way?
I looked around my bedroom, trying to find any other sign that he was still here and finding nothing else. My heart sank. Had he left? Was he the kind of man that would disappear from my life now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted?
A clink echoed in the kitchen and the aroma of freshly made bacon wafted through the room. My mouth watered and my heart leapt into my throat.
He hadn’t left after all.
With reluctance, I pushed the coat aside and climbed out of bed. I didn’t have to work this morning, so I dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. I freshened up in the bathroom and when I was finally ready, I picked the jacket up off the bed.
I stood there for a moment, trying to grapple with my rising embarrassment about what happened last night. Would he think less of me? The ticking clock on my nightstand seemed to get louder and louder, like it was screaming at me about how long I was taking to prepare myself.
I shook my head. I could do this.
With a huff of annoyance at myself, I stepped out of the room and walked down the hall into the kitchen. Kieran was there in a freshly pressed suit, standing over my stove and cooking me breakfast. There were several bags of food from one of the nicer grocery stores in the city on the counter, leading me to believe he’d gone out and bought more food to stock my kitchen.
The sight of him left me stunned for a long moment.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled, his face warm. He was the first to break the silence between us.
“Good morning, pretty girl.”
“Morning,” I answered shyly. “You’re cooking me breakfast?”
“I wanted to make sure you had a good meal to start the day.” His smile was disarmingly sweet, and I felt my initial embarrassment begin to fade away. I tiptoed closer to him and peeked at the stove. He was making omelets and they looked to be jam packed with sausage, peppers, onions, spinach, and cheese.
I usually didn’t have any time for anything more than a bowl of cereal, let alone a breakfast like this. The toaster dinged and two pieces of bread popped up. It wasn’t Wonder Bread either. The bread was a rich stone-ground whole wheat that looked positively delicious. He pulled them out and covered them with a generous helping of butter. He piled them on a plate with several others.
