Page 69 of Safe and Sound

Wagging his brows, Dare replied, “You’re a good teacher.”

“You’re impossible.” Tilting my head at him, I asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Come to the kitchen, and I’ll feed an Irishman like he’s a Greek.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

With Dare trailing behind me, I entered the bustling kitchen. The sounds of plates and silverware clanking together filled the air. The cooks and waiters barely acknowledged our presence.

To the side of the room, there was a bar area. After pulling out a stool, I turned back to Dare. “Sit,” I commanded.

“You forget I don’t take orders,” he countered in an erotic tone.

“You do tonight if you want to get fed.”

His hands shot out to wrap around my waist, drawing me against him. Tilting me back, his tongue slid up the column of my throat, causing me to tremble. “I know what I want to feast on.”

“Shh!” I hissed.

Dare snorted. “Like anyone can hear us over all that racket.”

“You never know.” Pushing against his chest, I said in a hushed tone, “The only thing Greek you’re going to be feasting on is food.”

He groaned into my neck. “You owe me after walking out on me.”

“For your information, my vagina is out of commission for the foreseeable future, and it’s all your fault.”

“And why is that?”

“Because your monster cock pulverized it.”

He chuckled. “Is that right?”

“It’s not funny. I had to take Advil and use an icepack.”

Dare’s lips kissed across my jawline. “You’re poor pussy. I promise I can make it feel so much better,” he replied in a sexy whisper.

“Don’t try to charm me.” As he gave me his best panty-smelting smirk, I shook my head, “I’m serious. Absolutely no sex.”

“Does oral count?” he asked, his lips precariously close to mine.

“Ava?”

Yelping, I shoved myself out of Dare’s arms. “Um, hi, Mom,” I sputtered.

As she glanced between me and Dare, I felt like I was sixteen again when she caught me making out with Nico Galantis in the restaurant pantry.

With his trademark charming smile, Dare extended his hand. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Dare Kavanaugh.”

“Helena Carras,” Mom replied while eyeing him suspiciously.

“Oh, I knew that. Your beautiful daughter is your twin.”

Mom’s face flushed under his compliment. “Thank you, Mr. Kavanaugh.”

“Although I wasn’t sure if you might be her sister,” he teased.

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