Page 27 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

Ronan huffs. “Of course you do.”

I twist in his lap to look at him. “What do you mean, of course?”

He just shakes his head. “Don’t make me spell it out. It’s just the sort of thing you would love. My turn.”

He takes the cards from me before I can protest and removes the top one from the pile. “Huh. Interesting.”

“What?” I try to get a look, but he holds it up so I can only see the dare on the back: kiss.

Oh, God. I really hope this question is one I can answer.

“How important to you is sex in a long-term relationship?”

My mouth goes dry. I can’t talk about this with Ronan on national television. I’ve never said this to anyone except Cameron, and when I did, he reacted like there’s something wrong with me. Maybe there is. What kind of woman wants more sex than her boyfriend?

But the dare on the back of the card...

There’s a long pause while I try to come up with an answer, dread rising up in my throat like bile.

“Well?” Ronan lifts a brow. “Come on, don’t be shy. You can tell me. It’s OK to say two out of ten.”

I gaze down at the water again, flushing.

“Justine?”

I still can’t answer.

“Justine? Do you—”

On impulse, I snatch the card from him. “Dare!” Before I have time to back out, I wrap my arms around his thick neck and bring my lips to his. Ronan goes completely still. I’ve made a hash of this since I rushed it. His mouth is a different shape than what I’m used to, and for a second I don’t know what I’m doing. Then I close my eyes and just do whatever I can to end the awkward, frozen moment. I slide my lips along his. He groans. Next second, his hand tightens on my waist and pulls me closer. Then Ronan takes over the kiss. His lips caress mine. His tongue teases into my mouth and my head is swirling like the bubbles in the spa, my heart pounding as he devours my mouth.

Ronan’s hand slides down over my ass in the tiny bikini. I open my mouth wider to protest, but he uses the opportunity to slick his tongue against mine. I moan.

Then a very large, very insistent bulge presses against my hip and I gasp.

There’s no way that can be anything other than his cock. It’s hard to tell at this angle, but it’s bigger than I imagined. Bigger than it felt when I fell into his lap that day in his office.

Ronan breaks away, cursing. He lifts me off his lap and sets me down again on the seat in such a hurry water sloshes over the side again, drenching everything. Then he snatches his robe from the side of the spa, launches himself out of the water, and wraps it hastily around himself. He snaps at me and the crew alike. “We’re done here. I hope you got what you wanted.”

The room goes silent. Camera crew and the producer all watch Ronan storm from the spa.

I’m left shaken, lips still tingling from his kiss. That’s not the only part of me tingling either. Pressing my thighs together beneath the water, I bring my fingertips to my swollen lips.

It’s probably a really, really bad thing I liked kissing him that much. Liked the feel of his big hands on me, pulling me closer. Liked the sound of his groan with his mouth on mine.

I’m a little shaky as I climb out of the tub. The kind lady from costuming hands me my towel and gives me a little smile. “Don’t worry. He’s just being a bull.” She makes a fanning gesture in front of her face. “That was hot! It’s going to make great viewing.”

Oh, shit, I’d forgotten all about being filmed when I did that. Now, I have to worry about my mom watching me kiss my minotaur boss on national television when this airs. If I still have a job by then, that is.

I tap on the door to our hotel room. “Ronan?”

“What?”

“Can I come in?”

There’s a pause. Then I hear his hooves on the floor and a moment later the door opens.

I try to step into the room, but since he doesn’t move, we end up crowded beside the door. He shuts it behind me. His huge form towers over me. He slams a hand against the wall behind me and leans in close. “What the fuck was that?”

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