KiltedForPleasure by Melissa Blue

admit that I like for my ears to be nipped then what’s breath play?”

    She shook her head. “You’re so full of shit.”

    He laughed and finally pulled back, straightening. “I promised you the bed.”

    She drew him closer and nipped his lobe again. There was more than a stir from his cock, though he knew she was trying to wrest back the control. Well…that was until she whispered what she’d do if and when they made it to the bed.

    He met her gaze not surprised at the naughty threat. “Aye. Consider this an I.O.U.”

    “What do you owe me?” Her voice was full of mischief.

    “Every answer is crude.”

    She chuckled, but the fear was still there in her gaze. “We’ll make it to the floor.”

    He started to reassure her, to beat back that emotion, but she bit him hard just where he liked it. Safe to say the sentiment got lost in a haze of lust.

    And fuck if she wasn’t right about them making it to the floor.

CHAPTER NINE

    “Bottom’s up, lassie.” The Baird grinned devilishly.

    Victoria swallowed an exasperated sigh. Mist snaked through the balcony and gave a nice little haze to the otherwise pristine pub. She could plop food down on his hardwood floors and eat off it.

    Apparently he spent all his time making his pub tip-top and left none of that give-a-damn for his flat. And it wasn’t just the main room. He’d given her a tour of the entire place. She’d swear he had OCD if she hadn’t just helped him toss away two-tons worth of trash in his flat.

    It was like dealing with split personalities, even down to the décor. He favored worn and comfy in his flat. Here, there was nothing but metal and wood, making the pub look bare but artful. The mirrored ceiling in his pub was the only item that connected the two personalities. He had a huge dresser mirror in his bedroom.

    So…how had she ended up half-drunk in the Baird’s pub?

    The third round of sex with Callan involved him tying her to his bedpost and fucking her until she saw double. That was four days ago. Soon after, when the realization of what they’d done settled in, she started her avoid-him-at-all-costs campaign.

    When an itch started up between her shoulder blades with Callan’s name on it, she booked it to the Baird’s, convinced that cleaning the older man’s flat would clear her mind. It would also help her avoid direct contact with Callan at least one more day. Best of all, bossing the Baird around would remind her she did have self-control. She, in fact, was not the type of woman who practically melted at the idea of a man finding another kink. Well, kink-lite.

    The last was so important. She’d had raunchy sex before, and what she’d done with Callan wasn’t extreme. It was…It was like she’d been shown who she really was, what she really wanted. She never would have suspected she’d like someone to have their hand on her throat, a nice steady weight as she came. He’d seen the connection and truth of it, of her as though he could see past all her walls— get past all her walls.

    So…she’d avoided Callan as best as she could. No need to have that experience again if it bothered her so damn much. Though, he’d watched her every morning for her run. Watching her with that insatiable hunger in his gaze. Scared or not, she wanted to satisfy it, him. So, yeah, Victoria was running in more than one way.

    Brushing those thoughts aside, she took in the empty pub for a moment and then placed the shot glass between her palms and rolled it. The light amber liquid listed. “I think I’ve had enough.” Barely six in the afternoon and her head felt full of cotton, not yet drunk but well on her way if she kept at it. “You talked me into helping you prep and to try your new whiskey before you served it.”

    “Just one drink and you’re throwing in the towel. I had higher expectations for you. It won’t hurt you,” the Baird urged.

    “Won’t help me either.” She smacked her lips because the homemade