Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(38)

“I want you too,” she said with a smile. “Don’t I always? But this mistress is on a hiatus.”

Hiatus? He didn’t understand and his cock was not listening besides. It throbbed against his zipper, the pressure almost unbearable. “Pardon?

“Urg, don’t make me say it,” she said, buttoning herself back up.

“I do not understand.”

She peeked a look at him. “Think it through.”

“I can think of nothing but being inside you.” He held out his arms. “Come, I have had a very trying day.”

“Me too, lover, me too.”

“Is something wrong?” he demanded, her words creating a panic he did not understand, and set it to rolling in his gut. “Has something happened?”

“Kind of.”

“Then spit it out.”

“Jesus…a girl can’t keep any mystery with you, can she?” She threw up her hands. “Time of the month, Andros. Like I said, a hiatus.”

Understanding dawned and Andros took a step back. “Ah. Of course.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy you, so come back here. I’ll take you into my mouth and pleasure you that way.”

He stilled her hand as she reached out to him. The idea of slipping his length into her mouth was tempting, and his dick was in strong agreement with her proposal, but abruptly Andros found his desire moving back to a manageable level. Yes, Lyra could satisfy him, but what of her? Was he to just take his pleasure and leave? She was his mistress; that would be acceptable behavior…and yet…

“Why are you stopping me?” she asked. “You’re horny.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “For you.”

“So let me.”

“No.” He pulled her to him and held her in his arms. Her bright hair tickled his chin, the scent so unique to her surrounded him. Andros took a deep breath, the confusion clearing slightly. He wanted all of Lyra, not just a little bit…and so…he would have to wait until he could have it, throbbing dick or not. “You are probably achy,” he said slowly. “Women generally are at this time, I believe. I will massage you.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need a massage. I’m just a bit blurgh.”

“Then what do you wish to do?” he asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“Seriously?” she asked, eyes wide, and it occurred to him in that moment that she looked ridiculously cute in her heart pajamas. “Like with the fried chicken?”

“Exactly.”

“Then can we watch a movie?”

How long had it been since he’d done so? Andros couldn’t remember, but the idea of sitting and holding Lyra in his arms, holding her next to him…he swallowed…it would be torture, and yet the most exquisite kind. “What would you like to watch?”

“I noticed Les Miserables is on Box Office. It’s the new one. I’d really love to watch it. I’ve wanted to for ages.”

“Then we will do so.”

“Groceries came today,” she added. “I could make us some snacks?”

Andros cringed ever so slightly at the thought of Lyra’s cooking, but nodded, and was rewarded with a dazzling smile. “If that is what you wish.”

She sighed and shot him a look, one he couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re way too good to me, Andros. You know that, right?”

She danced off to the kitchen, her hair flicking to and fro. He could hear her humming as he switched the flat screen on, and the domesticity of the situation screamed at him. Screamed something he did not want to acknowledge. It’s just this once, he told himself. Just a one-off. But as he palmed his aching cock with one hand, and felt his jacket pocket with the other—a pocket where earrings to match the necklace sat—Andros felt like something was happening that he did not quite understand.#p#分页标题#e#

And he knew—deep down he knew—that it was something he was going to have to get a grip of, and soon.





Chapter Seventeen



The store was a chain, a basic high street type place where the clothes were cheap as chips, offering maximum value for very little money. It was Lyra’s third visit in so many days and she had the layout pegged now, could be in and out fairly quickly. Plus she had a list, a list she’d quickly come to realize was absolutely essential in a place like this, or else she could find herself lost in the rails for hours. It was typed out on her phone on a digital doc, and Lyra called it up as she wandered into the store, flagging an assistant down.

Her name was Penny, how absolutely apt, and Lyra gave her a huge smile. “I wonder if you could help?”