Page 50 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I wouldn’t complain.

I do not expect what comes out of her mouth next. She pulls a pillow over her head and scooches in close. “They can’t hear if we’re sneaky,” she whispers.

My cock, which had been subsiding, gives a little twitch.

“OK.”

“Could you keep going? You know... after you... finish?”

Yeah, make that a big twitch. “You’re asking if I can keep fucking after I’ve come?” Belatedly, I remember the cameras and lift a pillow to cover my own face. Now we’re face to face in a little pillow fort like two kids on a lazy Sunday morning. Only, the way I feel about this moment is anything but childlike.

She chews her lip. “Well, not you specifically, of course. Just guys.”

I frown. That I want her to be asking about me specifically isn’t lost on me. “Well I can’t speak for just guys. But if you did happen to be asking about me, the answer isn’t totally straightforward.”

“It isn’t?”

God, the way she whispers makes me edge a little closer. I refrain from actually touching her. “No. It depends a little.”

“On what?”

I sigh. “On how many times I’ve come already that day. On how turned on I am, on my partner. On whether she’s come enough times yet.”

Justine’s next breath is a little shaky and I fucking love the way my words affect her.

“I usually can’t stay hard and keep right on fucking. It has happened, but not often—” her eyes go very wide and she licks those pretty pink lips in a very distracting way.

I blunder on making the uncomfortable problem in my sweats worse. “—but that doesn’t mean I’m stopping. Not if you—if the person I’m fucking isn’t ready to stop. There is plentyto keep us occupied while I recover. Give it a little time and I’m usually ready to go again. Why do you ask?”

She flushes and her freckles stand out against the rosy blush. “Oh, you know... for science.” Her gaze darts away and I don’t even hold in my smile.

“Oh, no it’s not, Traffic Lights. Did that piece of shit ex of yours tell you all guys are one and done? He did, didn’t he? Well, maybe human guys are, but I guarantee if I was fucking you, I would not be content with one. For either of us.”

I’ve said too much. I can’t call back the words, though. I don’t really want to with the way her ripe little cunt grows rich with that sweet scent I can’t get enough of. Even under the blankets it fucking calls to me.

I turn away with a groan. “Now stop asking distracting questions I can’t properly answer or we’ll never get any sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

Justine makes a little humming noise deep in her throat and I’m really tempted to turn back over.

Somehow I resist.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

“Anytime.”

She doesn’t settle, though. Every time my eyes drift closed and I’m on the verge of sleep, she rolls to the other side, or adjusts her pillow.

With a grunt, I twist and lean up on an elbow to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly. She’s all hot and bothered, though. I know that look. I know that scent.

I chuckle. “I see. Come here.” Before I can think too hard about it, I grab her and yank her right up against me.

Of course, my cock is instantly erect. She whimpers and grinds back against me.

Thought so.

Very carefully, beneath the blankets, I slip a hand down her front, over her deliciously soft belly and beneath the waistband of the tiny shorts until I’m teasing at the hair on her mound with my fingertips.

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