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“That’s a relief.” I cringe, knowing deep down inside, I will never use the damn thing because I won’t be able to look at it without thinking of him. It has the insufferable Mr. O’Doyle’s cooties all over it.
“You are wound up tighter than a spin top and have been since you walked into the castle,” he says, like it’s an insult.
I scrunch up my nose, and I have to do everything I can not to fall into his stupid, pretty blue eyes.
“It just hasn’t been high on the to-do list, not when battery operated boyfriends exist and can provide orgasms all the time, every time.” I resist the urge to laugh when his jaw drops. “Seriously, most men can’t find a clitoris if you show it to them. Now let me go.”
His hands fall away, and I grab my vibrator from the floor, switch it off, and cradle it to my chest.
“Okay, well, as fun as that was”—I point to the door—“get the fuck out of my bathroom, Connor.”
“Wait. Truce?” the idiot says, holding his hand out to me.
I shake my head and wave my new vibrator that he has forever ruined for me in his face. “Out.”
His arms bulge beneath his suit as he crosses them over his expansive chest, that stupid smile of his making an appearance.“Not until you tell me what perfume you use and agree to a truce.”
The smile falls as his gaze trails over me from head to toe, his features hardening when he brings his eyes back up to meet mine, and my nipples tighten. Oh, fuck this guy. He knows what he does to me—he has to know.
Is that why he is always sniffing at me?
“Glossier You is the name of it, and fine, truce,” I tell him, snatching the name from memory of the most recent perfume I’ve bought while wishing he would just leave.
“Perfect.” He steps closer, and I hold the unused vibrator in front of me like a weapon and arch a brow.
“Careful, Connor.” I can’t hold back a grin of amusement because every man I have ever been with hated vibrators and usually got offended if I used one.
His eyes lift to mine and they crinkle with humor.
“I’m not scared of your little toy, cupcake. In fact, when I manage to get a woman under me, I have no problem with them joining in the fun.”
I realize something has seriously gotten into Connor because he freaking winks like he’s trying to tease me! His face is also flushed, as if he’s warm, and there’s a dangerous glint to his eyes. They look heated... because ofme.
He lunges, pushing me back, and my breath seizes in my chest when his hips push into mine as the cold of the marble vanity at my back bites through the fabric of my uniform.
“I don’t mind your other boyfriends,” he whispers against the skin of my throat.
The light stroke of his warm lips makes my pulse skitter, and an involuntary moan leaves my mouth. I can barely believe he’s doing this, when usually any conversation we have has me wanting to launch something hard at his fat head. Confusiontears at me when his hands shake where they’re gripping my hips hard, like he’s moments from imploding.
Then he stiffens, as if what he’s doing registers with him, and he jerks back.
“Don’t goanywherewith him,” he says, and I don’t even get to see the expression on his face before he walks out the door.
I’m left alone with hard nipples, an aching pussy, and my jaw threatens to unhinge.
The soft click of him locking me inside, a protective thing I’ve seen my grandad do for me and my grandma before he died, has me melting even though my mind’s going haywire.
But that doesn’t take away the total disregard he has for invading my privacy. I didn’t even get an answer as to why he was in here.
I look down at the white-and-pink dildo in my hand and groan. What the hell was he doing in my things? Why the hell didn’t I throw it in his damn face for violating my personal suite? Better yet, I should have tried to shove it down his throat and make him choke on it, instead of my heart stuttering because he kissed my damn neck.
What am I going to do?
The fact this man makes me vibrate with need is killing me.
Chapter 13
Connor O’Doyle
