’ He picked something with lemon on top and popped it into his mouth. ‘So, what do you write?’ ‘Little bit of everything.’ My mouth was full...of pastry as I said it—oh my god, it so rich and buttery and scrumptious! I already wanted another one. ‘But lately…I mean, what I really like to write…’ I hesitated, taking a big gulp of coffee, overdosing on richness. ‘Go on, you can tell me.’ He winked and offered the box once more. I indulged again, moaning softly as thick, sweet raspberry ooze. You pulled back the blankets and let me slide between the satin and the warmth of the blanket while you went and took a shower. I think I hated myself at that moment. I felt weak, and yet I craved you more. I heard the water turn off and felt the other side of the bed dip down under your weight as you slid under the blanket; you drew me over to you as we fell asleep.Morning came and I woke you as instructed. You than allowed me to shower with the explicate instruction that if I put clothing. I was willing to do anything to get her naked. I was expecting guests after all. She finally was ready for her massage and I made her take off her clothes and lay with her feet facing the window. This prevented her from seeing anyone that may get to close to the window, and also offered them a great view of her pussy. She laid on her stomach and I started by massaging legs. With each stroke, I would spread her legs further, to have that beautiful shaved pussy exposed for all to see. I. Niall kept his arm around Rowan’s waist. He felt her heat, her breast brushing his arm as she swayed like a drunkard, he knew she’d only consumed half a cup of mead at table, so she either imbibed above stairs, or couldn’t handle spirits. It wasn’t until it was too late that he realized she’d been drugged. Having heard of her penchant for pranks against her erstwhile suitors, Niall merely shrugged. ‘Twas done, at any rate, and she was now his. Rowan listened sleepily as her father and the man.