Page 47 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I blink up at him, twisting my head to look for clues in his face that, of course, I don’t find. He doesn’t look grumpy. In fact, he looks amused. “What?”

“Don’t look at me like you want to climb back in my lap and beg for more.”

I open my mouth to deny it, but heat is already creeping over my chest.

He shakes his head. “So needy. I’m going to be mighty tempted to do it again and that’s not happening here.”

He jerks a horn toward the huge white facade of the hotel we have one more night in. Of course, we’re back to cameras and crew and zero privacy.

Doesn’t stop me chewing on his words all through the late breakfast we’re given or through the hasty shower I take and while the makeup artist does my makeup.

Clearly, I have a lot to learn.

I mean, I didn’t even know I could squirt. I didn’t even know I could come more than once at a time!

Apparently, Ronan knew. Or guessed. Or he’s just that good.

Yeah. I have questions.

More questions occur as well, now I’m dwelling on it. Questions I had when Cameron and I first got together but he promptly squashed. Like, is it true all guys have zero interestafter they come? Is it unreasonable to think a guy might keep trying to make me come even if he already did?

I used to think it was unreasonable. I used to think that because Cameron insisted it was true. Since I never had another partner other than him, I didn’t know any better. I mean I always hoped. The heroes in my romance novels always make sure their heroine orgasms. I’m pretty sure I’ve read books where the guy kept going even after he came.

Cameron always said that was just fiction.

Then again, he always said most people don’t enjoy oral sex, and it was unreasonable of me to expect someone to go down there.

I’m starting to think a lot of what he said was just bullshit.

Or maybe monsters don’t work like human guys.

I know just who to ask about that. Only, I know he won’t relish me asking on camera.

I must be obvious because I catch my makeup artist laughing when she finishes my mascara. “Honey, I’m going to have to do your lips again, cause you keep biting on them. Something you want to confess?” She gives me a wink and I’m glad of the foundation disguising my blush.

I really need to start wearing more makeup all the time. “N-no. Why would you say that?” OK, worst attempt to cover up a guilty conscience ever.

My makeup artist raises a brow but says nothing. She turns to get the lipstick back out again.

“Let’s just say, there was something...” I’m already regretting this.

She turns with a grin. “Mmm?”

“Well, what if I, um, I mean what if a contestant happened to need some time for a private conversation. That wouldn’t be filmed...” I cough. “Asking for a friend, of course.”

She chuckles. “Well, don’t tell them I told you this, but the bedroom stuff is hard to film. Since they don’t make you wear mics to bed.” She gives me a little wink.

Just then Amy walks in, clipboard in hand. “Well, we’re only two hours off schedule for the first activity of the day. Let’s get going, shall we?”

I’m rushed out the door and I don’t have a chance to ask any follow-up questions. I certainly don’t have a chance to talk to Ronan properly. Cameras and crew are all over us all day.

He acts perfectly polite. In fact, more so than he has the previous two days.

I should feel grateful.

All I feel is a burning desire to know if this is a mask and if he’s still thinking about last night and this morning the way I am.

Amy comes to talk with me at dinner when Ronan excuses himself for a moment. “Are things OK?” she asks me.

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