“You want to breed me, baby?”
I heard his guttural curse even if he muttered it under his breath.
“You want the whole world to know I’m yours? That you claimed me?”
“The world knows you’re mine,” he snarled. “Only mine.”
“Always,” I whispered.
“I’m so fucking close, Inessa. How do you do this to me every time—” He grunted. “God. Damn. It. Wish I were fucking you. Holding you down and making you take every inch of this cock that’s so close to exploding because of you. Nobody gets me like this. Nobody, Inessa.”
Cheeks flushing, I swallowed. “No one gets me wet like you, Eoghan. I’m crazy about you. Don’t you know? I want you all the time. I want you to come so bad. I wish I could see. I’d let you come all over my tits and I’d let you rub it in. Then I’d walk around the whole day with you on me?—”
“Fuck!” he roared in my ear. Low breaths sounded next, heavy and deep as he panted through his orgasm.
I squirmed, turned on but determined not to do anything about it.Still, his reaction was a great anxiety killer.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me. Later, I’m going to fill the bath for you. Gonna throw in all that stinky shit you adore and then I’ll climb into it too and sit you on my cock until you get off. You can’t complain about cleanup if we’re in the bathroom. You like the idea of that, baby?”
“You know I do.” I closed my eyes, easily able to imagine the scene he set. “But I’m out of my favorite stinky shit.”
He grunted.
“Andyou ate the last of my Dairy Milk stashandgingerbread popcorn.”
“Fine.”
I twirled a strand of hair around my finger. “I’ll see you at home?”
“How long are you guys going to be?”
“I don’t know, Eoghan. What happens during afternoon tea, stays at afternoon tea. That’s the deal.”
“That isn’t as threatening as you think it is.”
“I don’t think it’s threatening at all.”
He snorted. “Do you need anything else from the store? You good for tampons?”
“Eoghan!”
His goddamn obsession with my body—I’d had to throw away so many tampons recently!
“What? For someone who goes through this every month, you run out of this shit all the time. I don’t know why you don’t use one of those cups. I’ll put it in for you?—”
“Eoghan O’Donnelly! You shut your mouth! I’m not letting you do that!”
“Why not? I’ve seen you puke.”
“Because I was ill. That was an aberration.”
He barked out a laugh. “I should pee in front of you just to get you used to it. Aela’s right?—”
“Aela is wrong, Mr. Lip-reader. My father never saw my mom without makeup. Even if she was sick, she used to wear it.”
“Oh, babe, that’s so fucking sad. Don’t you see that? I don’t need you to look perfect. That isn’t you. That’s not my Inessa.”
I propped my phone between my shoulder and ear as I buttoned up my blouse. “I like to look nice for you.”
