Page 39 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I lift a brow. “Oh, really?” The curiosity becomes a burning need. “What then?”

“He just used to do the same thing every time. Kissing, a bit of fingering, then in and out, in and out, and he always came too quickly.” She blurts this out, voice shaky. “He said only people in porn did other stuff.”

I shake my head. “The guy sounds like a loser.”

She relaxes a little. Her shoulders come down from around her ears. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Tell me, did he ever make you come?”

She shrugs. “I mean, maybe?”

“Maybe? What sort of answer is that?” I hold up my hand. “I’ll tell you what sort of answer that is. A terrible one. If you’re not sure, then he damn well didn’t do a good enough job. Fuck!” I swipe a hand over my face, already letting my mind wander to places it shouldn’t go.

“He—he said the things I wanted weren’t real. That people don’t really have sex like that.”

Now, this is interesting. “And what did you want?”

She makes a small nervous sound. “Don’t laugh?”

I make an exaggerated cross over my heart. “Promise.”

She still hesitates.

“Come on, Traffic Lights. We’re both adults here. We’re married for fuck’s sake!” I laugh at my own terrible joke. It does seem to loosen her up, though.

“I wanted him to do some of the stuff I read about. You know, in romance books? Dirty talk and pinning me down and pulling my hair and—”

“And?” She can’t leave it there!

“—and spanking me and telling me what to do and... Anything really. Passion. Just passion.”

She’s hiding her face again. I hate that. Hate that she’s embarrassed of her own desires. She can’t hide them from me, though. My nose picks up the scent of her pussy growing ripe with need. She’s still fully dressed, but the flavor of her cunt permeates the air between us.

Despite my best intentions, hot lust courses through my veins and stiffens my cock.

God, the way she says it sounds like he genuinely had her doubting herself. I’d like to wipe those memories from her mind, and replace them with a far, far better one.

If I’m honest, I’ve wanted her for days, only not with everyone watching. Not an employee. That fact should stop me now, but once I’ve decided I want something...

“He’s a fucking idiot,” I say, before I can stop myself. “People do those things. They definitely do those things. People who know what they’re talking about do, anyway. Monsters do.”

“They do?” She leans closer to me and I can almost feel the impossible desire radiating off her. Her gaze drops to my crotch where my cock is misbehaving again.

“You better believe they fucking do. Do you want me to prove it?”

She swallows. She licks a pretty tongue over those small, soft human lips. “Would that be bad?”

“That’s not an answer, Justine. Do you want me to prove it?”

“Y-yes. Please?”

The fucking please does me in. Against my better judgment. Against everything I promised myself and all the boundaries I insisted on, I pat my knee. “Then come here and let me show you.”

Without another word, Justine climbs into my lap and I throw away all my good intentions, except one: I won’t actually fuck her. Yeah, I know that’s a fucking arbitrary line to draw, but I need one and dammit, I can’t stand not doing anything.

EIGHTEEN

Justine

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