Page 24 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
I take the card, flipping it open as Manorin joins me. He presses one big hand between my shoulder blades, then slides up to grip the back of my neck. And just like that, my power flares to life again, loving how he touches so easily but in such a commanding way.
He brings his snout to my neck and nuzzles softly. “That’s it, Sunshine. That scent. Gods, there’s nothing like it.”
I hold in a moan, canting my head to one side to give him better access. He lets out a soft, grumbly growl as he nibbles the edge of my ear.
Footsteps echo toward us from the stairs, breaking the moment. He moves away from me and pulls out a chair. We manage to seat ourselves by the time the waitress arrives to take our orders.
Half an hour later, we’re on our second bottle of wine, and I’m laughing more easily than I have in years. We’ve already covered a dozen topics and caught up, and it’s really, really nice.
“So.” He leans onto the table with both forearms, a vicious glint in his crimson eyes. “I mentioned my proposition, Cath, but I was serious. Let’s have fun while I’m here.”
I take a sip of my wine, then set the glass down. “You can’t tie me to a bed for the next three weeks, Manorin.”
He chuckles. “Enticing as that sounds, three-week sexcapades are over on account of real life and all.” He shakes his head. “No, I was thinking more like me creeping into your room every night and taking care of you. Maybe during the day sometimes too. You could come fuck me in the gym at the stadium. Gods know nobody else will be there, so we’d have the place to ourselves.” His smile falls a little at the mention of the stadium.
I resist the urge to nip my lip, an old nervous habit. “We’d need rules,” I hedge instead.
He sits back, laying one enormous arm on the back of the chair next to his. “I’m listening.”
I clear my throat, pondering what sort of rules a dalliance like this might need. “Absolutely no strings attached,” I say finally. “You’re only here short term, for now, so no emotion, in as much as that’s possible.”
He grins. “There’s a lotta history between us, Cath, but I’ll do my level best not to fall in love again.”
When his nostrils flare, I straighten in my chair, knowing he’s scenting me. My scent is likely telling him what I haven’t said aloud yet—that my body, at the very least, is fully on board with whatever Manorin wants to do.
“No need for checking in or scheduling or any of that, either,” I say. “Let’s just let things happen naturally.”
He cocks his head to the side. “I’d like to spend time with you like this, too, Cath.” His smile goes slightly feral. “Even if we’re talking about work some of the time.”
I wave my hands around, trying to gather my thoughts. “I just mean we don’t need to make a huge production of it.”
He spears a bit of apple and munches it slowly. “Seems to me like you’re trying to find rules and struggling to come up with good ones, so I’ll make this easy for you, Sunshine.” He drops his fork and stares at me, and I feel that red stare straight to the middle of my bones. “I’m gonna make this fun for you, but if you stop having fun at any point, you tell me.”
Heat spreads through me, my cheeks flashing hot when Manorin doesn’t break the intense eye contact.
“Fine,” I say before I can rationalize this away. “Let’s just have fun, right?”
His smile grows wicked again. “No strings attached, Cath. Just lots and lots of delicious sex.”
We’re really doing this. Oh my gods.
I beam at him, tweaking my pheromones to the specific scent I know he loves.
His answering chuckle sends a needy flash of heat down my spine as pleasure swirls low in my belly.
I deserve fun at this point. If that’s what Manorin is offering, I should absolutely take it. This is nothing serious. Just two friends with a fun agreement.
Two friends who want to have really, really, really damn good sex.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MANORIN
Last night was a prelude to what’s coming. Dinner with Cath was lovely, and she agreed to my sexy proposition. But when we returned to the Annabelle, I didn’t so much as touch her. I could tell she expected me to, but I know her. She loves to be chased and teased. And I love doing both of those things. I’m sure a psychologist could talk about how, in ancient times, minotaurs were thrown into mazes to hunt down hapless women. The idea of that makes me hot.
So, tease it is.
But teasing her meant I went to bed horny as hells, thinking about the beautiful woman upstairs I’d left wanting. I didn’t sleep well, not that I’ve ever been a good sleeper. Not even after fucking out my frustration on my favorite toy helped. Toy succubus pussy is nothing like real succubus pussy. There’s no replacement for Catherine.
