Page 46 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
Sunny barely glanced before taking a bite. The pink frosting melted sweetly on her tongue, a little too sweet, but it paired well with the sharp fizz of her Woo. It had a strange aftertaste, she thought—like strawberries and ripe peaches and…was that a note of buttered popcorn? Strange but tasty, she decided, taking another bite. And then another.
She didn’t notice until halfway through the second slice he’d brought her that her head was swimming a bit more than before. The music seemed louder, the laughter closer, and her body was heating from the inside out.
Oh no! What was wrong with her? Had she had too much Woo?
Her nipples tightened under the bodice of her fitted red dress. She shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together. All at once she missed Greer with an ache that bordered on pain. She wanted his hands on her. His mouth. His tongue?—
Her mind wandered and she began to fantasize vividly—remembering how hot it had been, sitting on the Queening chair while her Protector tasted her. She’d liked it that all the Thropp’ians were watching…she’d even liked being topless, her bare breasts on display for everyone to see while Greer licked and sucked her pussy, making her so hot and needy…
I don’t know why I liked it when they watched me, she mused. But it was so hot, knowing everyone was looking at my breasts while Greer licked me…
She took another gulp of Woo to cool down, but then froze. George Summerville, who was sticking to her like glue, was staring at her oddly.
“Did you…say something just now?” he asked.
“No,” Sunny said, frowning. What was his problem? Why wouldn’t he leave her alone?
Her tablemate raised an eyebrow at her.
“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you say you got naked somewhere and let people watch you.”
Sunny nearly choked on her Woo.
“What? I am not a stripper, thank you very much! I have a PhD in Xeno-Sociology.”
Honestly, what is he thinking? Like I would tell anyone but Kat what Greer and I did. Her mind slipped back into fantasies again. The way he used that toy on me—he had me on my hands and knees and he was fucking me so hard…God, that was so hot!
“He used what on you?” Summerville shook his head, looking confused. “Look I know this sounds crazy and I didn’t see your mouth move but I swear I heard your voice in my head just now.”
“What?” Sunny demanded. “What are you talking about?” He must be crazy, she thought.
But when she glanced around, she saw more than a few guests glancing up from their cake, frowning, fingers pressed to their temples. Some were scanning the crowd as though trying to locate the source of a voice they’d all heard.
“Did you hear that?” Sunny heard one of the female wedding guests murmur to her mate—a big Beast Kindred with black hair and golden eyes.
He snorted.
“Yeah—somebody had a little too much of the Bonding Fruit cake and forgot they were wearing a Think-me, I guess.”
“That was the one with the pink flowers, right? It’s a good thing they decided to have a child-free wedding,” the woman returned. “I think whoever it is needs to go find her husband and get her itch scratched.”
Sunny’s stomach suddenly dropped.
Oh no. Oh God, no.
The damn Think-me—the multi-channel one Kat had insisted she wear. It wasn’t just carrying private bespeaks anymore—it was broadcasting her lust-soaked thoughts like a public announcement.
Everyone at the reception had probably heard her thinking how much she liked it when Greer fucked her with her bunny toy!
Also, apparently the cake she’d been eating was the one with the Bonding Fruit icing—no wonder she felt so strange.
Sunny ripped the Think-me from her head and tossed it onto the table. Then she stood quickly, her chair digging into the grass.
She had to get out of here.
Before she could slip away, her pesky tablemate caught her arm. “Why don’t you show me the ship?” Summerville purred in her ear. “Let’s go take a tour—just the two of us.”
“I don’t think that’s?—”
