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Heat flushes my skin. He licks each of his fingers in turn, then wipes them on my cheek.
I flinch. "You’re filthy."
"Took you long enough to realize that."
"You—" I firm my lips. "Did you do that to change the topic?"
His gaze shutters. "It’s time we got you home." He rises to his feet.
"Now, you’re definitely changing the topic."
His lips curl. "Not aware we were discussing anything."
"You’re so full of yourself." I huff.
"I’d rather you be full of—" He stops and firms his lips.
"Why don’t you complete the sentence, huh? What were you going to say?"
"It doesn’t matter."
Was he going go to say he’d rather I be full of him? I wrinkle my nose. That’s hot. Also, that’s a bit ugh. But still hot. If only I’d had access to my spicy novels, my education would have been more rounded. Instead, I had to glean information from the gossiping between the women in the kitchen.
More often than not, they complained about the act itself and how it was a duty for them to open their legs when their men climbed into their beds. I wanted to tell them it needn’t be that way. That if their men were a little less selfish and more focused on their pleasure, they’d know that having sex needn’t be the chore they made it out to be. Unfortunately, my ma made sure no additional spicy novels reached me. In fact, she impounded the non-spicy fiction novels Olivia managed to sneak in for me on one of her visits home.
"What’s wrong?"
"Eh?" I blink up at him. "What’s wrong is that you’re carrying me like I’m a child when I am perfectly capable of walking on my own two feet."
"You just came so hard you could barely stay upright. Not to mention, I wasn’t exactly gentle with you—" He shoots me an annoyed glance, as if that orgasm was my fault. "So no, you don’t get to walk."
"So, I have to look completely foolish so you can assuage your conscience?"
His arms tighten around me. He doesn’t reply, simply strides through the corridor, then down the flight of steps I used not long ago. He heads past the reception. The woman behind it doesn’t even blink an eye. Guess she’s used to women being carried out of here. I frown.That’s not good, is it? On the other hand, if it means women are having such strong orgasms, they’re unable to make it out on their own steam, then that’s good, right?
Declan walks out the main door. He waits for only a few seconds before the limo drives up. Rick rounds the car and opens the door to the backseat. "Is she okay?" He frowns at Declan.
"I’m okay."
"She’s not," Declan says at the same time.
"Hey, I’m good, I—"
He drops me in the passenger seat with just enough force that I blink. He follows me in, and I scoot over.
"Why are you in such a mood?"
"I’m not in any mood." He hits a button, and a panel rises, cutting us off from the driver’s seat.
He pulls out his phone and busies himself.
"I forgot to say thank you."
He stills. "For the orgasm?"
Heat flushes my face again. Damn, I’m not a shy kinda girl. I’m not, I swear. But my lack of exposure to the world, and definite lack of experience when it comes to O’s, is catching up with me. I refuse to show it, though. I tip up my chin. "That, too. But I was talking about the cell phone."
"Hmm." He settles back into the seat and continues to scroll through his phone.
