I take the opportunity to study her. She’s wearing a little black dress that hugs her in all the right places, her long curls tumbling over her shoulders and framing her perky breasts. I thought she’d wear something casual, a sweater and jeans maybe, but instead, she looks like she’s dressed for a night on the town. When this is all over, I’ll take her out. Show everyone what’s mine. Daring them to touch so I can break their fucking hand.
“You’re killing me, Declan,” she says, breaking my thoughts. “Did you even like dinner?”
I shrug casually. “It’s good.”
Her brows knit together. “Don’t sugarcoat it. If it’s bad, just say so. I’ll eat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow.”
“There’s more, huh?” I ask, not really asking. I glance down at the last bite of chicken on my plate.
“Yeah.” She shoots daggers at me with those caramel eyes.
“I’ll get another bottle of wine,” I announce, picking up my plate and heading to the kitchen. The sight and smell of the extra mashed potatoes and chicken breasts make my mouth water. I quickly load up on seconds and start wolfing them down at the counter. I can’t let her see how much I’m enjoying this meal. “Mmm,” I moan in spite of myself.
“Is it really that good?” Meridea teases.
“It’s just been a long day, and I’m starving,” I reply between bites.
She moves closer, inspecting me with a smirk. “Hm, looks like you’ve got something on your face.”
My brows shoot up as Meridea swipes her finger across my lips. She holds it up, a playful smirk tugging at her mouth. “Mashed potatoes,” she announces before slipping her finger into her mouth. “Mmm, tastes delicious.”
My cock throbs instantly. This woman is going to drive me insane.
“Meridea,” I growl around a mouthful of food.
“What?” she asks with a playful smile.
“The food’s fucking delicious. Are you happy?”
“Not sure why that was so hard to admit.” She flashes a wicked grin and turns, strutting out of the kitchen in her red stilettos, her hips swaying deliberately.
Meridea’s playing dirty.
I pop open another bottle of wine, pouring a glass and downing it in one gulp before stalking back to the dining room. I find Meridea standing at the patio door, watching snowflakes fall from the sky.
“You make me feel safe and comfortable, Declan,” she whispers.
I step behind her. “I love knowing you feel safe with me.” My nose nuzzles her hair.
She presses her ass against my hard cock.
“I want to make sure we’re on the same page.” My hand reaches up to sweep her hair aside, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. I press soft kisses along her ear and down her jaw.
“Yes,” she moans.
“I will torture and kill Glenn,” I growl.
“Declan, I shouldn’t want you to.” She grabs my hand and places it over her pussy.
“Meridea, he betrayed your trust. He’s evil and has to be put down.”
Her head tilts back against my chest, her voice barely audible. “You and I… we’re like two ships passing in the night. But is it wrong that I want you to make me feel good?”
“No,” I rasp, slipping my hand into her panties, caressing her wet folds with deliberate strokes.
“Declan, the first night you carried me to bed, I wanted you to stay with me,” she confesses.
“I would’ve stayed and held you,” I admitted.
