Page 84 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

He finds it and presses harder, giving me pressure right where I want it.

“Ronan, please say you’ve booked us a hotel and we can go there now.” My voice is shaky. If there was a divider between us and the driver I would climb into his lap right now, free his cock and impale myself over his huge thickness to ease the ache between my legs.

“You don’t want the spa treatment?”

“No!”

“You don’t want to go shopping?”

“No! I want you!” I whisper urgently.

He lets out a low groan. “Thank God. I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted.”

He pulls away and I whimper, but he turns to the driver. “Il y a eu un changemont du plans. Emmenez-nous a l’hotel Ritz, s'il vous plait.”

I recognize one word in his sentence, but that one word is enough to have my heart beating faster and my pussy throbbing with excitement: hotel!

Ronan is the civilized gentleman he has been all day except for only a little more groping in the taxi all the way until the elevator doors shut in the hotel.

In a heartbeat, he has me pressed up against the wall and his hands are all over my body. He groans as he fondles my breasts over my dress. Then he tugs the material down to free one nipple from my clothing and bends to lick it.

My head thunks back against the wall and I clutch him so I don’t fall down. My knees are weak and my core is tight with anticipation of being truly alone with him.

He torments my breasts until the bell rings to signal the elevator is stopping. At the last moment, he rights my clothing. The doors open and let in a snooty-looking naga with flashy silver scales and a thin nose. She sniffs as she looks us over.

The doors close and I smother a giggle when Ronan pulls me in front of him, using me to cover up his bulging erection that now presses against my back.

The next floor is ours and we stumble out and hurry to our door. When I try to step away from Ronan to let him open it, he yanks me close again. His cock throbs against me and I feel it all the way to my toes curling in my shoes.

“Hurry!” I gasp.

“You think I’m not trying?”

A moment later, he somehow fumbles the door open and picks me up, charging into the room. I don’t have time to take in more than the enormous space and the notion of a few vases of fresh flowers before Ronan tosses me on the bed.

“You have as much time as it takes for me to get naked to take your clothes off, too, or I rip them off and buy you new ones.”

He’s already pulling at his belt as he says this.

Giggling, I wriggle out of my underwear while Ronan makes short work of his belt and pants. He slides the tailored slacks and his designer briefs off his hips in a single motion, freeing his tail and his cock. I lick dry lips at the sight. His cock is even thicker and larger than I remember.

Thank God, he pauses to stroke a leisurely hand up and down his length while he watches me or I’d have lost a dress by now. I pause in the act of lifting it over my head to stare unashamedly at him.

“Hurry, Justine.”

His words break me out of my trance and we race to get off the last few garments.

My bra hits the floor just as Ronan pushes me back onto the bed and sinks on top of me groaning. For a long moment, he lavishes feverish kisses over my neck and breasts until I’m panting.

I roll my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I really want it. He won’t even take pity on me and suck my nipples. All he does is tease me, despite his apparent desperation earlier. “Ronan!”

“Mmm?” he murmurs against my skin, continuing his torment.

“Ronan, please!”

He lifts his head to look down at me with a sexy smirk. “What is it, Justine? Did you want something? I’m rather busy.” To illustrate this point, he dips his head again and licks a long line up my neck to suck on my earlobe.

I whimper and clutch his horns. He’s too strong for me to move, though, when he doesn’t want to be moved.

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