There are still a million things left to do for our father’s funeral.
My mind is all over the place.
“Connor?” I peer into the kitchen. “Do I…smell?”
“What?” He turns, sipping his wine and smacking his lips. “This is fantastic. Son of a bitch.”
“I know.” I taste mine, too, then set the glass aside. “You’re sort of kind of avoiding me right now, so I’m wondering if I stink. Please come in here. Sit with me.”
He leans against the archway between the kitchen and living room and settles those pretty eyes on me. “You don’t smell. You’re always perfect.”
I pout. “Then why aren’t you in here with me?”
He visibly inhales, his shoulders rising. “I’m just trying to be respectful. You’re going through a lot.”
Well, that’s annoying. “You could respect me with your clothes off.”
He cracks a smile. “You’resort of kind ofdrunk andsort of kind ofreally fucking sad. And I’msort of kind ofnot that guy.”
Stubborn ass.
I admit I was pretty drunk in the bar, but the fries and the hour-long ride back to my safe house sobered me up. Since then, I’ve only had a single sip of wine.
I’m no longer sort ofdrunk…and Connor Gallagher could help distract me from the fact that I’m still more than sort of sad.
“Fine.” I stand and drop my joggers before stepping out of them. Then, in just my zip-up jacket and underwear, I plop back on the sofa and prop a foot on the coffee table, spreading my legs so he can have a nice view between them.
I slide a hand down my stomach and rub my clit through my underwear—just a little pressure at first—as I gauge his reaction.
With each swirl of my fingers, every muscle melts into jelly.
I can sense his desire ratcheting up from a dozen feet away, but he remains still and sips his wine.
That won’t do at all. “If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you need to fuck me on command.” I slip my hand under the fabric, grinning when Connor chokes on his wine. “Wrong pipe?”
He shakes his head, struggling to tamp down a smile. “Am I…your boyfriend?”
“Aren’t you?”
“If so, that’s exactly why I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
I sigh. This isn’t cute anymore. “I’m the right thing, Connor. Do me.”
Since I’ve flipped his focus, he’s no longer looking at my eyes. I push two fingers inside myself and relax my legs more.
I sigh again, pleasure slowly crawling through me as my fingers plunge in and out of my pussy.
Connor’s chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly, though his face remains mostly calm. “If only you had that purple friend of yours…” He lifts an eyebrow.
I pause, my own eyebrows furrowing. What the hell is he talking about?
He licks his lips. “You missed a camera, Cat.”
A sizzle of excitement and shame run down my spine. “You dirty pervert. You’ve been spying on me.”
He smirks. “Yeah. And touch yourself all you want, but I’m conditioned now. Immune to all that masturbating.”
If anyone else admitted to planting a camera in my bedroom, I’d kill them. With Connor…the knowledge turns me on even more.
