Page 46 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

Her eyes are closed.

Another time, I’d tell her to look at me. Look me in the eye while she comes for me. But not yet. She’s not ready for that yet.

It’s an idle thought, since I’ll never get another chance to watch her like this. Only, it’s one I can’t help entertaining as I struggle to hold back, struggle to keep myself in check while she rides me.

A series of tiny mewling noises escape her. Her brows furrow. She’s close.

I cling tight to her rounded hips, pulling her backward and forward and lifting my hips. Letting myself feel the heat of her covering me.

God, the pleasure of it—even with all our clothes on—is excruciating.

Finally—finally, she shudders. She lets out a little cry.

Her eyes fly open and she looks down at me in wonder and fucked if I can’t feel her sweet little pussy pulse where it rests right over my throbbing cock.

When it’s done, I pull her down to relax on my chest. Because I feel her limbs trembling and I know that’s what she needs.

Not because I want to hold her close. Or kiss the top of her head, or breathe in that musky, sweaty scent.

Eventually, she pushes away from me and I realize I’ve been stopping her from moving.

“I should ah... get myself together.” She brushes her wild hair away from her face as she sits.

I grunt. “We’ll have to meet the boat soon.”

It’s a little awkward as we gather our things to head back to the meeting point. Yet a lightness fills my chest I don’t remember feeling for months. A spring in my step like I had the best sleep I’ve had in years.

All despite the fact my poor aching cock is still days away from any relief.

TWENTY

Justine

I scuff my sneaker in the dirt as we watch the boat approach. The words have been welling in my throat ever since this morning and I can’t leave Rottager Island without saying them, even if it’s a bad idea. I just haven’t been able to work up the courage.

Which feels stupid, given we’ve been up close and real personal very recently. “Thank you,” I say, under my breath.

Ronan turns with a quizzical look. “Thank you?”

I flush. “For last night. And this morning.” I hope I don’t have to say anymore.

He shakes his head and a cold dread squeezes my stomach. He’s about to tell me off.

But he only leans a little closer, pinning me with a serious look. “You’re goddamn beautiful like that. When you let yourself go. Someone should have told you that before now.”

The boat draws close. He pulls away.

There’s no time for more. I know instinctively we can’t speak about this again. It wasn’t that sort of thing. But the throb between my legs and the pleasant ache in my chest at his unexpectedly kind words has me floating over the waves all the way back to Northpoint Island. It might have been a secret one time thing—OK, technically two times, or was that four? I’ve got to stop thinking about it.

He smiles more on the way back to the hotel than he did on the way out here. Yeah, I notice, because I spend the whole trip sneaking looks.

He catches me when we’re pulling up to the jetty, and I can’t help the laugh that tugs at the corners of my mouth.

He gives me that sardonic smile of his and all I can remember is the way his mouth felt on my pussy and the way I rode him like I was humping my pillow this morning. He didn’t even take off my clothes, yet he still gave me an earth shattering orgasm.

What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

His hand on the small of my back as we leave the boat steadies me. His low, rumbly voice in my ear does the opposite. “Don’t.”

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