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extra credit?”

Beck let his pack fall to the ground. This was interesting, and he

wanted to see exactly what they were doing. Cian liked to play out

little scenes like the one he was performing with Meg.

Cian had a great imagination when it came to dirty fun. Beck felt

his interest rising along with his cock. Meg seemed to be playing

along willingly. The entire trip home, Beck had thought about what

Colin had said. Meg didn’t have the same expectations other

bondmates had. What if she had been telling him the truth? What if

she really did want that submissive relationship-thing she had talked

about? Could he trust himself to give her what she wanted and not

hurt her?

There was a deep chuckle. Cian sat back in his chair. “I don’t

know about that. I’d have to see what you have to offer me. Let’s see,

your Gaelic is horrible.”

“I’m working on that,” Meg promised with wide eyes. “Tà grà

agam duit.”

She’d said I love you in passable Gaelic. It sounded pretty coming

from her lips. She’d said it to his brother.

“Nice, a grhà,” Cian praised her. His long fingers tapped

rhythmically against the table. “But I was thinking of something a bit

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more physical for this extra credit you need. You look like a strong

girl. Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me your muscles.

I’ve been looking for someone to help me carry my books.”

Beck almost laughed out loud, but then Meg was dragging the

shirt over her head. Her nipples came in view. They were a dusky

pink and stood out, obviously aroused. She touched them. She rubbed

her breasts brazenly. Her small hands caressed the mounds. They

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