CHAPTER NINE
Overly Affectionate Pussy
IRINA
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
I glanced up at the doorway, my jaw going slack when I spotted the man standing there, shock written all over his face.
Not just any man … the man from the swimming pool … and all my recent, violent solo orgasms.
“It did dry curly,” I murmured, eyes slipping up to his hair. Oh! And his glasses, framing vibrantly green eyes, and lashes that women would pay good money for. He had some serious Clark Kent vibes going on, and I was down for it. All of it.
“It … what?” His hands went self-consciously to his hair, fingers raking through those curls. I watched them bounce back, mesmerised.
“Why are you in here?” he asked.
I giggled, rolling onto my back and sitting up. “I was just snuggling with these delightful kitties.” I eyed him. Gosh, how was it possible for him to look even more delicious clothed in a pair of caramel-coloured pants and a soft black T-shirt than he had in wet swim trunks? “Why areyouin here?”
Had I intended for my voice to come out in that husky purr? Possibly. I wanted to rub all over this guy likeIwas the overly affectionate pussy.
His perplexed expression, the way his eyebrows met in confusion, somehow only made him even more adorable. “This is my bedroom. Those ‘delightful kitties’ are my wayward felines. And that one—” He pointed at the orange fluffball who was rolling closer to get my hand on his belly, “—has a penchant for drawing blood if you get too close … well, heusuallydoes.”
I grinned wider, scratching Abernathy’s ruffled undercarriage. A loud, rumbling purr was audible even over thethump,thumpof the music upstairs. “Oh? He seems very placid to me!”
Clark Kent frowned harder at that. “No one was … this room was supposed to be off-limits. The security guard?—”
“Was busy up the other end of the room, trying to liberate your guest bathroom from a very horny couple.” I chuckled at the look of horror that crossed his face. “What do you get when you fill a boat with porn stars? Too many places you donotwant to look at with a UV light. Don’t worry,Iwasn’t doing anything naughty in here … I just needed somewhere private to slip off my panties.” I grabbed them off the bed, waving them in his direction.
His eyes followed the movement of the silky black scrap of fabric before he shook his head, staring somewhere over my left shoulder. “For ease of access in the guest bathroom?” he deadpanned.
I snorted. “Fuck no! They were rubbing on my clit, and it was driving me nuts! But you’re funny!”
Pink spread across his angular cheekbones. “I aim to please.” He moved into the room, passing around the bed, close enough that his knee brushed against my bare thigh. I suppressed a shiver.
“I bet you do.” I hadn’t been this attracted to anyone for a long time. I probably should have left, but Abernathy clambered into my lap again, and I didn’t want to disturb him.
Okay, maybe I also wanted to make that blush spread all the way down Clark Kent’s neck. Besides, he hadn’t outright asked me to leave. That was permission enough to stay, in my book.
“So … is thisallyours?” I asked, gesturing to the opulent room. “This whole palatial bedroom, all to yourself?”
He opened a drawer on the other side of the bed, rooting around in there. If he’d twigged that I was subtly asking if he shared the roomwith a girlfriend, or boyfriend, he didn’t let on. “Yes. TheGirl on Fireis my home.”
“Thewholething? As in, youliveon this yacht?” I gaped. He paused in his rummaging, pointedly eyeing the orange blob in my lap.
“No … I thought that my cats would enjoy attending a calamitously noisy party full of people determined to cover as many surfaces as humanly possible in their bodily fluids.”
“Ooh, sarcastic Superman! I am so down with that.”
He quirked an eyebrow, turning back to his drawer.
“Tough crowd,” I murmured, shifting under the weight of the cat on my lap. “How much of this is just hair, anyway, Abernathy?”
“Most of it. He’s ninety percent hair, ten percent unadulterated fury.” He stood, heading to his desk chair. I swivelled as best as I could to keep watching him.
“Aww, don’t say that about my darling Abby! He’s a sweetheart!”
Clark Kent’s eyes met mine for a split second before darting away. “Apparently only for you.” He set down a vape pen on the desk.
