Page 102 of The Bounty

Her gaze lands on the glass in my hand.

“Drinking alone in the dark,” she sighs. “My kind of man.”

Idiot. Now she thinks you’re even more of a freak.

But, to my surprise, she flips on the light switch, brightening the room. Then, she sits next to me on the edge of my bed and takes the glass from my hand. Bringing it to her lips, she takes a small sip, and her eyes widen.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she murmurs, and I smile.

“Should be. It’s from Scotland and only twenty bottles still exist.”

She laughs. “Of course you would have this.” She hands the glass back to me and sighs. “Are you alright?”

Her question catches me off guard.

After everything that she’s been through,Ishould be askingherthat.

“Of course,” I answer, taking another sip. I make sure my lips touch on the glass exactly where hers were. My cock throbs, desperate for her lips to be somewhere else.

“Why do you ask?” I add.

She frowns. “You’re different from the others,” she murmurs. “You’re hiding something.”

I freeze.

“You keep your cards close,” she continues. “But I can see something is upsetting you, and I wanted to see if I could help you with that,” she purrs.

Is sheflirtingwith me?

“So, you came here to seduce me?” I tease, my anxiety dissipating.

She shrugs and waggles her eyebrows. “It’s an intriguing thought. I also wanted to know where, andwhyyou bought an obsessive amount of extremely expensive candles. What was the thought process?”

She’s teasing me again.

So, I pull her onto my lap, and she straddles me, her eyes hooded. “The candles,” I murmur, kissing behind her ear, inhaling her delicious aroma, “were to block out the scent of your sweet pussy. So I didn’t fuck you until you passed out.”

“Mmm…” she says, rocking her hips against me. “I kinda wished you would have.”

Oh, fuck.

My bad mood disappears, and my cock springs to life.