Page 21 of Protector Daddy

His lips twitched but his expression stayed serious. “Did I hurt you?”

“Only in the very best ways. Be glad I didn’t ask for a bag of frozen peas.”

“You’re hungry?”

I laughed. “No. Just for, you know, soreness. Being a woman requires great sacrifice sometimes. But then we get multiple orgasms if we’re lucky and it all works out.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

This man—this god of sex with Thor’s dick and dirty talk for days—actually ducked his head and asked sheepishly, “You know, multiple orgasms?”

“Oh, God, yes. You didn’t notice? I mean, I kind of get why you wouldn’t, because many years, though I really hope you at least jacked off. If not, no wonder Van’s flagrant parking disrespect really tweaked your bungee cord.”

He tipped his head against mine, and when he spoke, I was shocked to hear the laughter clogging his voice. “Despite your colorful description, I was just following the law.”

“And messing with her a little, right? C’mon.”

“I would never.”

“You so would. Did you like her?”

“You mean, like like?”

“Yeah.”

“No, but it didn’t really matter now, did it? Your brother swooped in.”

“He isn’t shy about making moves.”

“And you think I am?”

I bumped his shoulder. “You tell me.”

“Seems like I moved on you pretty good today.”

“Yeah, but that was more me. McNeills are forward sorts. We can’t help it. We see something we want and we go in for the kill before anyone else has a chance.”

And then we tuck tail and run when it doesn’t at all work out how we planned.

“So you went in for the kill for me?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“You…wanted me before today?”

“Um…”

This time, there was no mistaking his laughter. It was so shocking I just stared at him for a full minute. “I didn’t think so. You never paid any attention to me.”

“Like you paid attention to me?”

“I went into the bakery four different times when you were working just so you could serve me French crullers.”

I tapped my fingers against my lips. “That sounds pervy. Also, really? You came in just for me?”

“Not just for you. Your sister-in-law makes damn good crullers.”

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