Page 61 of The Science of Attraction

He chuckled and took the eggs from the heat while they finished cooking. “I could certainly get used to a gorgeous half-naked man cooking me breakfast in just his yoga leggings.” His gaze ran hot over my body and he palmed his dick.

I waved my tongs at him. “That’s a flagrant flouting of kitchen rule number one—no semis while working around a hot stove.”

His gaze dipped to where my own cock was making an inconvenient appearance. “If we get caught, you can always be my prisonboy.”

I snorted. “As if. I believe you’ve got that round the wrong way. Refer to kitchen rule number two. In the kitchen, Liam is always in charge. And in addition, rule twoBdetermines that rule two is to apply to all contexts outside of the kitchen as well, prisons included.”

Jules snorted and leaned across to kiss me. “You’re cute when you try to paint outside the lines.”

“Shut up.” I elbowed him in the ribs and indicated his unruly cock. “Some of us have to work this morning andthat’snot helping my concentration.”

“But it’s helping mine.” He leaned over to nibble on my earlobe while his free hand groped my arse. “You could call in sick.”

I shot him a sideways glance. “I’ll let you handle that call with your father, shall I? Not to mention, your mother would be over here in two seconds flat trying to feed me chicken soup.”

Jules’ hand slid down over the curve of my arse until his fingers sat just behind my balls. “Details, details.”

I was two seconds away from binning my common sense and taking him over the dining room table. “Quit that.” I snapped my tongs in the direction of his crotch and he leaped back. “Stay there.” I threatened the implement again and he raised his hands.

“Okay, okay.” He pouted adorably.

A smile tugged at my lips. “All right. Eat first, fuck later,” I relented. “We’ve just enough time for you to blow me again if you’re quick.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Really. And if you’re super-fast and put that wicked tongue of yours to good use, I might just have enough time to return the favour.” I fed four slices of bread into the toaster. “Of course, the sooner we eat, the better your chances of making that deadline. Just saying.”

Jules all but ran for the cutlery drawer.

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Forty minutes later I was making my way up the drive to the big house when my sister called. I answered as I walked. “Hey, Bron.”

“Hi. I’m sorry to bug you so early.”

She sounded worried and I slowed my pace. “No problem. I’ve got a few minutes to spare. What’s up? Is it Connor?”

“Kind of.”

I stopped at the veranda and dropped down onto the middle stair. “What happened?”

“Nothing bad, don’t panic.”

Too late. My sister didn’t ring that early for no reason. “Is it school? Have they changed their mind about letting him finish his exam study at home?”

A sigh drifted down the line. “No. That’s all good. He’ll still have to write the actual exams there, but after that, he’s done for the year, although who knows what he’s doing next year. He still insists he doesn’t want to go back, even if he changes schools.”

“We can talk about that when I get home.” I glanced back down the road to where I’d left Jules fast asleep, sprawled across the bed in my cottage. The idea of leaving didn’t sit quite as easily anymore. And also,mycottage? When had the cute little place suddenly become mine? “So, what’s the problem?”

“We got into a huge fight about it all last night?—”

Shit.

“—and I, um... well, I might’ve said some things I didn’t mean,” her voice ran quiet.

My heart sank. “Like what?” The window behind me rattled and I turned to find Paddy beckoning me inside. “Hang on a sec, Bron.” I signalled to Paddy that I was on the phone and his scowl deepened. I checked my watch to find I still had three minutes before my day started and tapped it so he could see. The man could wait, dammit. “Okay, I’m all ears.”

She hesitated. “Well, I might’ve implied that he was just being lazy?—”

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