Chill.
Remember, she isn’t a sub. You cannot just start smacking her ass.
Damn, it was hard to hold back, though.
“Maeve, look at me.”
He waited until her sad brown eyes stared at him. He would do anything to wipe the misery off her face. But he knew he couldn’t go easy on her. She needed to hear him. How did he convince her, though? It wasn’t like he was that good at reassuring people.
“Did you just suck my dick?”
“Ahh . . .” She stared at him in shock, clearly lost for words.
“Well?” he demanded.
“Yes. I think so,” she said quietly.
“You think so?”
She straightened her shoulders. “I mean, yeah, obviously I did.”
“And it was hard, right?”
Her cheeks pinkened. Fuck, she was adorable. Far too cute and sweet for him.
But this was just sex.
“Well, yeah. But wouldn’t most men get hard at the idea of a blow job?”
“Wouldn’t know. Don’t talk about how hard my dick gets from a blow job with other men. Never really comes up.”
“Huh. Interesting. So you’ve never sat around with your friends and talked about getting your dick sucked?”
Why the hell did she sound so curious about that?
“No, I haven’t. And I thought we established that I don’t have friends.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot. But if you did have friends, would you—”
“No,” he said shortly. How had he lost control of this conversation? “I wouldn’t. That shit is private. I don’t fuck and talk.”
Her face softened. “I like that.”
He shook his head. He had no idea why that made her look so sweet and soft.
“Before you even got your mouth near me, I was hard, wasn’t I? Couldn’t you feel me pressed against you when we were dancing?”
She nodded, chewing her lip. “Yes. But—”
“No fucking buts.”
“You swear a lot.”
“I like swearing. That a problem?”
She seemed to think about that. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You’re lucky I find you cute, girl.”