Part 9 (1/2)
”You'd wager an a.s.s as good as mine? I wouldn't bet yours for a fortune in gold. Not after I've waited so long to find my perfect mate.” Julian grinned, licking his lips. ”Next time, Bree, it's my turn. I'll f.u.c.k stars into your eyes.”
”Fair's fair, and I know I'll get my share of you, as well.” Bree smiled back, savage and hungry. Not how he'd planned his day to turn out, or what he'd expected out of life, but h.e.l.l if he wasn't taking it all and then some, all he could get his hands on. No more masks. No more lies.
He was Bree at last.”Come on, Julian. Let's go play.”
Willa Okati
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Spindrift by Jules Jones
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I woke the next morning to an unfamiliar weight and warmth next to me in the bed. It was some time since I'd taken anyone to this particular bed, so I didn't have trouble remembering that it wasn't a lover I was sharing it with now.
Niall didn't seem to share that view of himself. As I stirred sleepily, he rolled on top of me, his erection rubbing against me.
”Niall!” I spluttered, trying to fend him off.
He looked as bewildered as I felt. ”But I thought you liked men?”
So it was deliberate. I shouldn't have had to think about this when I was still half asleep, and when my body was remembering of its own accord that I'd just spent the night in bed with an attractive man. ”I like men. But I don't like taking advantage of people.” Though there seemed to be some room for doubt as to who was taking advantage of whom -- Niall was refusing to s.h.i.+ft and was bigger than me. ”You don't have to do this.” The image of those silkie women of legend haunted me. Niall, insisting on doing the was.h.i.+ng up last night ... ”Niall, I took you in because Jock asked me to. Not because I expect anything in return.”