Page 37 of Lorcan's Obsession

"I would have never guessed that!" I pouted.

"I know," he replied confidently.

"Then why—"

Lorcan swallowed my words with a kiss before pushing the fingers that were inside me into his mouth. "Mmm...so fucking tasty."

I swiveled to the side, jumped off the kitchen island, and stormed off to the safety of the bedroom.

I was breathing fire.

No one cuts off my orgasm. Ever.

14

THO...GHUD

Icouldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face if I tried. Teasing each other could be our thing.

For now, I had to quickly make her favorite breakfast and use it as a peace offering for damage control. I'd played dirty, and it irked her.

After setting up the kitchen table, I went to face my music. Tristen looked so beautiful in my bed. I visualized her on it every day. Her back was against the headboard, hugging her knees against her body in a firm embrace.

"Is it safe to come?"

Pwuff! A pillow landed on my legs.

If a pillow fight was her version of retaliation, I'd already won.

I leaped onto the bed, catching her off-guard. I scooped her up and had her straddling me as I lay beneath her. She gasped at my efficiency as I firmly held onto each of her ass cheeks. I mustered the most contrite grin I could.

"I'm sorry?"

"You are not."

"No, I'm not. What can I do to make up for it?"

"Don't hold or deny my orgasms ever again."

"I can't promise that. I have to use sex to bargain with you."

"Why? Can't we communicate effectively?"

"We can. But I will never win an argument against you. That day in the elevator and when you left my bed was enough lesson."

"Fine. But I'll exact retribution for this morning."

I drew her closer to my face, one of my hands holding the back of her neck. "And how do you plan on doing that when you are sore?"

Tristen laughed wickedly, swiveled off me, and left the room. I followed her and made two plates for us. She cut a hearty piece from her waffles and took a bite.

"Oh, my f—" She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious taste. "You are right. They are the best waffles.”

Her compliment boosted my confidence, and I grinned like a Cheshire cat as I watched her eat. We chatted more, and I learned she was allergic to honey, and that’s why she preferred her breakfast without any condiments.

“Th-thank you,” she mumbled after clearing the waffles. “No one’s ever done something nice like this for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I loved cooking for you. I can't wait to do it again. And this is a first for me too. I’ve never cooked for anyone else besides you.”

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