Page 42 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

His voice is so commanding. When he lifts his finger toward my face, I realize what he wants. I’m helpless to do anything but wait and watch as he brings his finger to my mouth.

“Taste.”

“I—” Can I do that?

“Taste,” he says again.

Obediently, I take his finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it. The saltiness is unexpected. But beneath that, it’s sweet and musky. It’s slippery and I suck as he pulls it from my mouth, drawing the last of the flavor onto my tongue.

“See?”

I nod, shaken.

I just tasted myself and I think I liked it.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can get you squirting again.”

My eyes go wide, but his hand is already on my pussy. “Squirt—”

I’m cut off when two thick fingers impale me and slide all the way inside, somehow finding a place I never knew I had. My eyes just about roll back inside my head when Ronan slides his thumb over my clit and works inside my pussy with his fingers. He’s not gentle. I fall back onto the mattress writhing. His swift, sloppy motions bring me right to the edge again.

I’m wet. I’m so wet. When he speeds up until he’s practically vibrating my entire pussy, I come again so hard I can barely breathe.

My thighs clamp shut around his hand.

He keeps going.

I don’t know if what I’m feeling is pleasure or pain, the intensity is so great. Then with a rush, the wet release gushes from me again and I’m shattered by two realizations: Cameron never made me come at all. And second, nothing—not even when I touch myself—feels like this; Wow, OK, three. Because I guess I’m a squirter. How the hell is this a thing I’m learning about myself from someone else?

Ronan slows his movements and waits until I’ve stopped trembling to withdraw his fingers.

I expect him to take out his huge cock and crawl between my thighs.

Instead, he presses his eyes shut for a moment and lets out a long breath. Then he stands. The bulge in the front of his trousers is unmistakable. “Enough.”

He turns and strides to the door, letting in a whoosh of cold air that sends a shiver over my skin.

Then he walks out into the night, leaving me on the bed trembling all over again.

NINETEEN

Ronan

I thought I could do it.

I thought I could make her come for me and not have her right there on the dusty bed in the tiny little shack on this godforsaken island.

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I half stumble over the garden bed I can’t see properly in the dark.

God, I need to come.

My cock throbs with an insistent rhythm that’s not letting up, even though I’ve removed myself from the sight of her laid out under me like tribute and the scent of her sweet little pussy.

I haven’t really escaped it, though, have I? The scent of her coats my face, following me out of the cottage and tempting me every time I inhale.

Fuck!

I shouldn’t have done that.

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