Page 27 of Knot for Me
“Please,” he says, turning away from me.
“Fuck. Yes. No more cum talk,” I blurt out before slapping my hand over my mouth with a squeak. I run out of the room before I get myself into more trouble. I couldn’t help myself when he looked so shocked the first time I said cum. Besides, he practically begged me to keep saying it when he told me not to do it. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t follow those sorts of demands. I take them as personal challenges, only this is a challenge I don’t want to lose.
There’s too much at risk with these men. If they weren’t so fucking hot, it would be a lot easier to not flirt with them. I can’t resist a charming smile and a man who knows how to make me laugh. I guess it’s never too late to learn restraint.
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CORY
Reagan bursts into the kitchen, guilt scrawled across her features. She avoids my gaze and looks at the stove instead.
“Need help?” she asks.
“I’ve got it covered. Do you have the wine?”
“No.” She bites her bottom lip, flicking her gaze over her shoulder like she expects someone to jump out and screamgotcha!“Marco has it.”
Then she turns and runs up the stairs, her feet quick and soft on the steps. I scowl after her, wondering what the fuck he did to her. She was fine before they went down to the wine cellar. A few minutes after Reagan flees, Marco storms in while I’m adding the meat to the pan. He roughly sets two bottles of wine on the counter next to me.
“Easy, bro. You’re cleaning up the mess if you break them.” I stir the sauce, adding in a little salt.
“Yeah, yeah.” He jerks a drawer open and grabs the wine opener.
“What did you do?” I ask, not even a little bit subtle with my accusation.
“Nothing.” He twists the screw into the cork and wrenches it out of the bottle. Even the pop is aggressive.
“Why are you so mad then?”
“I’m not mad,” he says, taking a deep breath and setting the wine opener on the counter and shaking his head.
“Then what?” I demand. “Reagan came in like you did something to her. Did you?”
“No, of course not. Jesus, is that who you think I am?”
“No.”
Nodding, he digs his hands into his hair, messing it up. “She was rambling on about wine, but there was an obvious innuendo which she caught on to. Then she said she wasn’t talking about cum, but then she started talking about cum!”
I set the spatula over the rim of the pot and cross my arms over my chest, facing him. “It amazes me how you get yourself into these situations.”
“What do you mean?”
Taking the open bottle of wine, I pour a little into the sauce. “If there’s even a hint of a sexual innuendo, you burst through the wall like the Kool-Aid man.”
“Dude, she said shelovedthe taste of cum. Don’t tell me that wouldn’t make you frustrated,” he whisper shouts, waving his hands around like the drama king he is.
“Shit.” I shake my head. “She’s the maid, bro.”
“I know, dammit. That’s why I’m mad.”
“You said you weren’t mad two seconds ago,” I say, side-eyeing him.
“Fuck you, you know what I mean and it was fifteen seconds ago.”
I take a little taste of the sauce, nodding in approval. “Yeah, this shit is fucking fire.”
“You’re so cocky.” Marco grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet and fills them for us.
