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Authors: Erin McCarthy
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she'd tossed it aside negligently after getting up.
"What… what am I looking at?" he asked Ethan, wanting confirmation.
"Where?" Ethan came up behind him and looked in the room. Seamus knew the minute he saw it because his posture stiffened. "Holy crap. Uh, well, shit. It's a vibrator."
That's what Seamus had thought. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried not to stare at it. "You were definitely right," he said, feeling a little weak, like he'd lost all of his brain blood to his massive erection. "It's lust."
"Why don't I get the dogs while you stand there and drool."
Seamus absently glanced down at the Labs, reaching for the nearest one and scratching the backs of his ears, digging his fingers into the warm fur and flesh, "Why, Ethan? Why did I have to pick a stripper? Someone this…" He nodded to the purple vibrator. Damn, that was unbelievable. It even matched the rest of her bedroom. "This sensual. Confident in her own sexuality."
She was going to eat him alive.
"I think you answered your own question. And the dog seems to have warmed up to you."
Seamus glanced down at the dog in surprise. Its eyes were half-closed, tongue lolling out of its mouth in ecstasy as Seamus rubbed and scratched his head. "Well, at least somebody likes me."
The red bra leaped out at him again when he gave another wary glance around the room. "I guess I should pack some of her things. I can't let her leave my place until I can trust she understands how to live in her new life, according to our rules."
"Get the dog in the crate while he's being so mellow and I'll pack a bag."
Seamus frowned. "I don't think you should be touching Cara's clothes." The image of Ethan pawing through her drawers didn't sit well with him.
"And you should?" Ethan opened the closet and pulled out a red suitcase with wheels. "At least I won't get aroused by it. If you do it, we'll be here all day while you investigate every article of clothing she owns."
Ethan yanked three pairs of jeans off their hangers and tossed them into the suitcase with brutal efficiency.
Seamus felt a little better, and he looked down at the dog. "You're coming with me, kiddo. We need to get out of here before I do something even stupider than I already have."
Since the urge to poke in all of Cara's drawers in pursuit of sex toys to feed his very active imagination was intense, he backed up, coaxing the dog with him.
Let Ethan deal with it. He needed to get the hell out of her bedroom.
Ethan watched Seamus retreat like the whole Royal Navy was bearing down on him and shook his head. They had been friends for a long time. Fought on three continents and in six wars together and he'd seen Seamus like this only once before. With Marie.
That little witch had nearly destroyed Seamus, and he had spent the last two hundred years in enforced solitude because of her. It was unnatural to live the way Seamus did, with no relationships, no sex, no hobbies. Just work, all the time.
A woman like Cara could be good for Seamus. Help loosen him up. Make him understand that there was more to life than politics and that not everything could be resolved by launching an opinion poll and stating the data.
Making sure Seamus wasn't near the doorway, Ethan took one of Cara's little cotton T-shirts and leaned over the bed. Using it like an oven mitt, he picked up the vibrator and tossed it into her suitcase. That ought to get a conversation going between Seamus and Cara when she found that in her bag.
On top of it, he piled more shirts, a whole handful of undergarments, a makeup bag off her dresser, and a pair of gym shoes.
Whistling, he zipped it closed. Alexis would be impressed with his quick thinking. His wife always commented that Seamus would be more pleasant if he were having sex.
Damn, Ethan was just brilliant.
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Chapter Five
Cara was having a hard time staying awake. Her eyelids kept slipping closed and her body felt sluggish, exhausted.
"I'm sorry," she told Alexis
"What… what am I looking at?" he asked Ethan, wanting confirmation.
"Where?" Ethan came up behind him and looked in the room. Seamus knew the minute he saw it because his posture stiffened. "Holy crap. Uh, well, shit. It's a vibrator."
That's what Seamus had thought. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried not to stare at it. "You were definitely right," he said, feeling a little weak, like he'd lost all of his brain blood to his massive erection. "It's lust."
"Why don't I get the dogs while you stand there and drool."
Seamus absently glanced down at the Labs, reaching for the nearest one and scratching the backs of his ears, digging his fingers into the warm fur and flesh, "Why, Ethan? Why did I have to pick a stripper? Someone this…" He nodded to the purple vibrator. Damn, that was unbelievable. It even matched the rest of her bedroom. "This sensual. Confident in her own sexuality."
She was going to eat him alive.
"I think you answered your own question. And the dog seems to have warmed up to you."
Seamus glanced down at the dog in surprise. Its eyes were half-closed, tongue lolling out of its mouth in ecstasy as Seamus rubbed and scratched his head. "Well, at least somebody likes me."
The red bra leaped out at him again when he gave another wary glance around the room. "I guess I should pack some of her things. I can't let her leave my place until I can trust she understands how to live in her new life, according to our rules."
"Get the dog in the crate while he's being so mellow and I'll pack a bag."
Seamus frowned. "I don't think you should be touching Cara's clothes." The image of Ethan pawing through her drawers didn't sit well with him.
"And you should?" Ethan opened the closet and pulled out a red suitcase with wheels. "At least I won't get aroused by it. If you do it, we'll be here all day while you investigate every article of clothing she owns."
Ethan yanked three pairs of jeans off their hangers and tossed them into the suitcase with brutal efficiency.
Seamus felt a little better, and he looked down at the dog. "You're coming with me, kiddo. We need to get out of here before I do something even stupider than I already have."
Since the urge to poke in all of Cara's drawers in pursuit of sex toys to feed his very active imagination was intense, he backed up, coaxing the dog with him.
Let Ethan deal with it. He needed to get the hell out of her bedroom.
Ethan watched Seamus retreat like the whole Royal Navy was bearing down on him and shook his head. They had been friends for a long time. Fought on three continents and in six wars together and he'd seen Seamus like this only once before. With Marie.
That little witch had nearly destroyed Seamus, and he had spent the last two hundred years in enforced solitude because of her. It was unnatural to live the way Seamus did, with no relationships, no sex, no hobbies. Just work, all the time.
A woman like Cara could be good for Seamus. Help loosen him up. Make him understand that there was more to life than politics and that not everything could be resolved by launching an opinion poll and stating the data.
Making sure Seamus wasn't near the doorway, Ethan took one of Cara's little cotton T-shirts and leaned over the bed. Using it like an oven mitt, he picked up the vibrator and tossed it into her suitcase. That ought to get a conversation going between Seamus and Cara when she found that in her bag.
On top of it, he piled more shirts, a whole handful of undergarments, a makeup bag off her dresser, and a pair of gym shoes.
Whistling, he zipped it closed. Alexis would be impressed with his quick thinking. His wife always commented that Seamus would be more pleasant if he were having sex.
Damn, Ethan was just brilliant.
----
Chapter Five
Cara was having a hard time staying awake. Her eyelids kept slipping closed and her body felt sluggish, exhausted.
"I'm sorry," she told Alexis
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