Page 37 of Simon Says

“Okay. I know I only knew you for three days.” She nodded. “And it was a long time ago.” He stopped and gave a self-derisive snort. “At least for me.” She nodded again. “But I felt a connection. It got hold of me and wouldn’t let go.”

Sorcha took a jagged breath. Simon could see that her eyes were pinkish and more liquid than usual. “Simon. Do you know anythin’ about fae?”

“I do. Yes. Quite a lot as a matter of fact. I do live in Edinburgh.”

“You know we mate?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“We ne’er know who or when or where. ’Tis a mystery. And a blessin’ when it happens.”

Simon’s shoulders were sagging because he knew what was coming next. “That’s just unacceptable. Why would I have this strong feeling for you if you were intended for somebody else?”

Sorcha looked surprised. “I am no’ intended for somebody else. I’m intended for you.”

Simon’s mouth fell open. “Me? You mean I’m the one? But I thought…”

She shrugged. “Like I said, ’tis a mystery. Sometimes we’re mated to humans. You can no’ hear very well and you do no’ run very fast, but you’re great in a sleepin’ bag.”

Simon set his teacup in its saucer. Pushed his stool out. Stood and pulled Sorcha up and into his arms. “I’m also great in bed.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” She didn’t give him a chance to reply, but pressed in for a smoldering kiss that left little doubt what she had in mind.

When Simon’s doorbell rang, the pair of them were on the sixth-century Heriz rug next to the living room sofa, half-dressed, lips swollen, and faces flushed.

“Just a minute!” Simon shouted.

He was chuckling as he shoved his shirttail into his pants and buckled his belt.

“Where’s the…?” Sorcha asked.

Knowing what she wanted, Simon pointed to the hallway that led to the closest bath. She scurried off to right herself, leaving him to answer the door.

“Would you like dinner served in the dining room, Director?”

“Yes. That would be nice,” he said.

Five minutes later he quietly knocked on the bathroom door. “They’re gone.”

She opened the door, still looking flushed and gorgeous and supremely kissable.

“Dinner first?” he asked tentatively.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to decide. “The man I’ve craved or the sea bass I’ve craved. ’Tis a near impossible choice.”

“Up to you.”

“Is there a bed in this big beautiful place?”

“Yes. And it’s big and beautiful.”

Simon refused tolet Sorcha set the pace. She begged for fast and hard. He took control and insisted on slow and sensual. At one point she threatened physical violence if he didn’t give her his cock immediately. He laughed as he slowly kissed his way down her squirming body, watching her face every inch of the way.

She forgave him.

After she’d enjoyed three orgasms, she said, “Why did you no’ tell me you had real feelin’s for me? When we were at the ring?”

“I was afraid of scaring you away by being too intense too soon.” She laughed. “What’s so funny?”

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