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Do You Need A Hug

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MOON

It was the day of the gala and Cillian had decided to go into the attic again and lock himself up there like the recluse, infuriatingly sexy gremlin he was.

I had expected he would actually speak to me, but all he did was return me to the room like a sack of potatoes and then leave said room.

I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going on in that attic, why he always kept the door locked and why he was always holed up in there during his free time.

Kendra was in the kitchen when I go
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    MOON"Fucking hell...what the flying fuck?!" I cursed under my breath and leaned deeper into Shaun's arm like I hoped he would shield me from their gazes."Oh look!" He pointed in their direction, "There's your family." Shaun's mouth pulled up at the corner, completely oblivious to my very important struggles, "Even better, more people will think you came with them," he slowly let go of me, "Once the auction starts we'll see each other again."I nodded rather dejectedly and he gave a warm smile, "I'm sure your dad and cousin would be happy to see you,""Yeah...I'm sure." I sighed, still standing next to him, hesitant."Wow, she looks really similar to you, that's fucking trippy..." Shaun observed with no real emotion behind his eyes, the he pulled away further and it felt like being abandoned by a safety net and being thrown into the Bermuda triangle."I'll see you later." I winced. My stomach dropped. I forced the smile back onto my face anyway, nodded once like it wasn't killing m

  • Secretly Married To Her Professor    WEALTHY

    Shaun was in the entrance hall when I came downstairs and I stopped halfway because he was standing there in a black tux with his hair actually styled and the whole picture of him made me blink twice.He looked goooood!Less like the lanky man who i doubted could protect himself much less me and more like some 007 duplicate."Shaun." I pointed up and down at him. "What the hell, you absolutely dashing!"He turned and his face broke into a full grin, smug but genuine. "And you," his eyes went over me once, honest and appreciative without being weird about it, "are going to be the most beautiful woman in that room tonight, I promise you that."Heat climbed up my neck fast and I was so deeply, genuinely grateful to be black in that moment because my cheeks would have been absolutely unmanageable otherwise."Okay." I pressed my lips together to stop the smile, "Flattery received, thank you, where's—"The sound of footsteps on the stairs cut me off.I turned around and my jaw nearly separ

  • Secretly Married To Her Professor    Do You Need A Hug

    MOONIt was the day of the gala and Cillian had decided to go into the attic again and lock himself up there like the recluse, infuriatingly sexy gremlin he was.I had expected he would actually speak to me, but all he did was return me to the room like a sack of potatoes and then leave said room.I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going on in that attic, why he always kept the door locked and why he was always holed up in there during his free time.Kendra was in the kitchen when I got there, wiping down the counter, and beside her was a woman I hadn't seen before. Older, early fifties maybe, with dark hair shot through with silver and eyes that were so still and knowing they made me want to confess things I hadn't done yet.She looked at me for longer than a few seconds and I came to the conclusions that she was either trying to commit my face to memory or try to read my damn messy mind. And with how intense her brown eyes were, I sorta suspected it was the latter."Good mo

  • Secretly Married To Her Professor    Asshole

    MOONThree days.Three days of two words maximum and a blank stare that made me feel like furniture and a couch that had apparently become his preferred sleeping arrangement, because God forbid Cillian O'Brien acknowledge that his face had been between my thighs.I had tried Tuesday night, leaning against the kitchen doorframe while he made tea, cracking something about Odyssey hogging the entire left side of the bed and he had looked up at me, held the look for four unbearable seconds and said 'mm' and turned back to the kettle. Wednesday I had asked if he wanted coffee and gotten 'no' without eye contact. Thursday I had stood in the hallway outside that locked attic door and listened to the faint sounds of movement inside and talked myself out of knocking three separate times.He was doing it on purpose. The blankness, the distance, the careful nothing of it. Like I had imagined the whole thing. Like his hands hadn't gripped my thighs hard enough to leave dents in my skin.The wors

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    "What do you want, Petal?" His tone was one of challenge, "Do you want it rough like he said you prefer?" Cillian sounded strange, there was a certain edge to his words that went beyond possessive, the look in his eyes razed yet it was darker than night."Tyler has never touched me. He wouldn't know what I like..." My words trailed off as heat spread through my cheeks, my stomach a flurry of butterflies and a threat of word vomit if I kept my mouth open.Cillian couldn't be... jealous, could he?"Look at me." He gripped my chin and lifted my face, I had no choice but to see and make him see just exactly what he was doing to me."Tell me what you want," he uttered those words with his lips flush against my skin, a strangled gasp clawed up my throat just as his voice sent waves of heat trickling down, making me clench...I felt just how soaked my panties were, still, it wasn't enough.What did I want?"I want...I want..." His lips pressed against my racing pulse with an open mouthed kiss

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