Page 109 of Renard's Deliverance

Then she leaned back to look up at him. “So as much as I appreciate the orgasm, although I should protest the fact that you gave me one in a storage closet at my work, why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why?”

“There have to be a reason?” he asked.

“Are you saying you just ate me out because you wanted to?”

He grew still which warned her that she’d said that wrong thing.

Fuck.

What had she said to upset him?

“Guessing none of those assholes you were with ever ate you out for the fun of it? Because they enjoyed it?”

“Uh, you would guess right.”

“Pricks.”

“Yeah, they had those. Small, ugly things too.” Hmm, she should return the favor, shouldn’t she?

Opal ignored the ugly feeling developing in her tummy at the thought of getting on her knees and sucking him off.

This is Renard.

He’s sexy and protective and kind, in his own Renard way.

Nothing like the men who had come before him. So she tried to slide onto her knees, but he held her up.

“What are you doing, Gem?” he asked.

“I was going to return the favor.”

“Right.” He drew her carefully up into his arms, leaning her back against the wall. In this position, they were facing each other. “This ain’t tit-for-tat.”

“What?” she asked, startled.

“Just because I get you off doesn’t mean you have to do the same for me.”

“It doesn’t?” she asked, shocked.

“Opal, baby, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Of course.”

“Guessing this comes from Stefan so when the things he taught you pop into your head, you need to push them back out. Because everything he said or did was fucking fucked. Understand me?”

She wasn’t sure she could promise him that. But, at the same time, she knew what he was saying was the truth.

And that she should try, at least.

“I’ll try.”

“Honest to fucking God, I’d like to resurrect him just so I could torture him painfully and slowly.”

She took a deep breath in and let it out. “Aren’t you . . . it didn’t turn you on?”

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