The Irish Castle: Ghosts by Lila Dubois

Author:Lila Dubois [Dubois, Lila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2017-07-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The Mystery

It was only six hours later when Sorcha and Séan sat at her little kitchen table drinking tea and eating biscuits for breakfast. When Séan’s phone alarm had gone off, Sorcha had gotten up too. She was working an earlier shift today and getting up at six with Séan only meant that she’d have a bit of time to herself this morning to tidy her house. The counter was a mess of old teacups and takeaway boxes. She’d brought home meals from the Glenncailty kitchens rather than eating in the pub to avoid talking to anyone.

Séan looked more alert than he had any right to be after only five hours of sleep.

He drank his tea and took another biscuit from the pack. The cookies were the only food she had in the house. She made a note to go in to Cailtytown and get some bread for toast. Boiling water in a kettle and making toast were the extent of what she really cooked here.

“I should eat biscuits for breakfast every morning,” Séan said happily.

Sorcha propped her elbow on the table, her head on her hand. “That’s a proper, healthy idea.”

He smiled and winked, and Sorcha’s belly fluttered.

“I was thinking about what you were saying last night,” he said.

Sorcha raised a brow. “Anything said during sex cannot be held against you in the morning.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, but I promise you I won’t forget what you begged for.”

Even without the use of his hands, Séan was a dangerous and thorough lover. He’d pinned her down and tormented her with his mouth, goading her into admitting to some of her fantasies.

“And I won’t forget what you said,” Sorcha countered. Not to be outdone, she’d taken her turn at pleasuring him orally, but she had the advantage of being able to use her hands. It had helped her overcome the guilt from sleeping with him when she knew she shouldn’t.

Plus, she’d been relieved that he’d still wanted her after she’d told him about her past.

His smile disappeared. “Well now…”

“Oh no, Mr. Donnovan, you admitted to wanting to fuck me in the Cailtytown library, and now I won’t rest until we’ve fulfilled that fantasy.” She smiled slowly. “Do you want to fuck me while I’m lying on the big table, or maybe up against one of the shelves, the books all falling down as you thrust into me over and—”

“Jaysus.” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “You’re dangerous, you are. I guess I could be a bit late for milking.”

He reached for her, but Sorcha leaned away, widening her eyes. “Oh no, I couldn’t make you late.”

He raised a brow. “So you’ll just leave me like this?”

“I’m afraid so.” She laughed at his forlorn expression. “I bet you’ll be thinking about me and won’t forget to call me.”

He mumbled his next statement while reaching under the table to adjust his trousers. She didn’t quite catch it but thought he might have said, “I already think about you all the damned time.

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