Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Blanca grumbled internally. There was a difference between not letting people walk all over her and being genuinely malicious, okay!

“How do you want me to think of you, then?”

Matthew suddenly leant close. He’d wanted to tease her, but Blanca just so happened to sit up at that moment, and the two bumped into each other.

He went with the motion and slipped an arm around her waist. Their bodies stuck together tightly.

He lowered his head, gaze following on the slight swell of Blanca’s chest.

Blanca followed his gaze and went bright red, shoving him off her.

“You … you rascal!”

“You were the one who’d cozied up to me.” Matthew smiled mildly, took the covers off, and was about to lie down.

“Hey, what are you doing coming in bed? You can take the sofa.” Blanca shrank back, startled.

“The sofa’s too small. I can’t sleep there.”

“Then I’ll go.”

and tugged her back into bed, pressing her between his own

getting rough

night in the bar, and how it’d been the first time they’d met. She’d been so drunk and had hooked on him actively, mumbling things about how gentlemen ought to treat

full of herself now, and thinking back to how she’d been the active part that night, he felt a surge of regret and wanted a chance to make up for

are you

heavy breathing coming from above her head, Blanca’s heart sped

his head deviously, whispering next to Blanca’s

seemed to pierce her

was getting electrocuted. Her brain went offline as her mouth worked

about time we start living like husband and wife,

fingers stroked down slowly from Blanca’s hair, and

I’m ill right now, can you really

and unruly temper gone, a tiny rabbit pleading with the big bad wolf to

Matthew’s breath caught in his throat and he dipped

Inexperienced, Blanca was soon out