Page 85 of Devilish Ink

“It’s late,” he said against my mouth. “Your place is still a mess. Come over to my place for dinner.”

I shook my head. I felt I owed it somehow to Rian not to. My punishment for not fessing up.

I walked Liam to the door. He gave me one last goodnight kiss.

I waited for him to take the stairs. But he did not.

He walked to the door right next to mine, pulled out a key and with a whistle he opened the doornext door.

“What the fuck?” I spat out.

He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Yes?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Since you wouldn’t move in with me, I moved in next door.”

LIAM

Ryleigh made it three hours before breaking. Three hours before the annoyed knock came at my door.

I opened it to find my grey-eyed hellcat glaring at me with fists on hips.

“What’s the craic, neighbour?” I said.

“Stop. Smiling,” Ry said as she stabbed me in the chest with her finger.

“I’m not,” I told her, grinning like a Cheshire cat as I leaned against the frame of my front door, crossing my arms.

Ry pinched her bottom lip between her teeth as she stretched up onto her toes, craning her neck to try to peer past my shoulders inside.

“You want to come in?” I asked, trying not to enjoy this moment.

“No.”

I repressed a laugh. “Then how can I help you, miss?”

Ry shot me a glare. “‘Miss’?”

“Are you in need of someneighbourlyassistance?”

“I said stop smiling,” she grumbled.

Ry glanced back toward the door to her apartment. The one right next to mine.

How many times had she come to stand where she was standing now? How many times had she raised her fist, hesitated, decided that she could wait a minute or two longer? An hour or two longer?

Did she press her ear against the thin walls dividing us? Was that what made it worse? Knowing I was just. right. there.

“Cup of sugar?” I asked, unable to hide my grin anymore.

Ry’s eyes flashed to mine, a warning.

“Eggs?” I said, knowing I was going to pay for it but enjoying myself way too much.

I heard a growl of frustration and it was absolutely delicious. It was the same growl she made when I was ignoring her nipples, circling my tongue round and round her breasts without even a lick for those rosy, hard buds.

I’d heard it many a time when I stilled inside of her, loosened my hand round her throat, released her wrists I’d had pinned above her head.

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