Page 44 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

She nods. “You um... you cuddled me. It seemed to help. With the nightmares.”

I groan. Not good. Not good at all.

Only, the smile on her face is almost worth the self-loathing I feel for showing such weakness in front of her.

I pat her leg. “Let me get more wood for the fire. You’re cold. Not running away. Just taking care of you. OK?”

She nods.

I hurriedly collect more wood, chopping it roughly. If she says I was having nightmares I can guess what they’re about: Dad.

I’ve not been able to shake them since the day he died twelve years ago.

I guess I never realized how badly they affect me.

Returning to the cabin, I toss a few pieces on the fire and go over to the bed. Justine has made herself comfortable, legs tucked up to her chest. But she still looks cold. She has my jacket wrapped tightly around her.

“It will get warmer soon,” I tell her.

“Ronan?” Her teeth are chattering.

“Hmm?”

“Since we already broke the no touching rule, would it be OK if...” Her gaze darts away from mine. “Would it be OK if we spooned again? It’s just... you’re so warm.”

That little stabbing pain in my side and chest is back. The only thing that relieves it is when I clamber onto the bed behind her. Fitting myself into the cramped space as best I can, I pile up the musty pillows beneath my neck to allow room for my horns and tuck myself against her.

It feels really fucking good to put my arm around her and haul her back against my chest. So good my cock twitches just when I’ve finally convinced it to behave.

I will it down again.

Not going there.

I have a feeling I’ll never manage to keep my hands off her if we gothere.

I really, really want to go there. Really want to bury myself in her tight wet pussy.

That’s the first thing I think when I wake hours later with her still snuggled against me.

Of course, my cock is rock hard. It might be stuck that way. I don’t know. I sure can’t do anything about it.

Justine rolls toward me with an adorable little snort as she wakes, and I have to force the stupid grin from my face.

“Oh!” She lifts her head to look up at me and I stop her from scooting away.

“Where are you going?”

She flushes. “Oh. I just... did we really—” She buries her head against my side and I have to fight the urge to kiss the top of her adorably mussed hair.

“Did we fuck? No. Did I make you come better than anyone ever has? You’d better tell me.” I shouldn’t have said it. Somehow with her snuggled in my arms, I can’t resist. In my defense she started it.

And yes, I can acknowledge that no court ever is going to uphold that.

She squeaks, apparently reading my mind. “I’m pleading the fifth.”

I did make her come better than anyone has. I’m certain of it. But something about this doesn’t sit right with me.

In one swift motion I roll on top of her, my hips naturally fitting inside hers. Her legs go around me. Then I realize my mistake. Being this close to fucking paradise fogs my brain a little. Who am I kidding? It’s well and truly fogged already.

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