The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,31

naturally beautiful face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in a treasure chest. Her fair skin reddened easily under my palm. I wondered if her ass would have the same reaction.

I kept the book open on my lap. “Can I help you with something?”

“Am I not allowed to sit here?” she asked like a smartass. “I thought the house was open to me.”

Every time she talked back to me, I wanted to slap her then fuck her senseless. Something about her seriously turned me on. Usually, if anyone ever disobeyed me, they were executed. I needed power and control at all times, and on the rare occasion I didn’t get it, I was livid. But with her, it just made my attraction grow. I wanted to do more than just fuck her. I wanted to spank her then fuck her in the ass. I’d already had her once before, and my cock always hardened at the memory. She wasn’t just good in bed. She was an amazing kisser. “Shut your mouth, or I’ll shove my cock in there and do it for you.” It wasn’t an idle threat. Any excuse to fuck her mouth was a good one.

Her eyes narrowed in a glare, but she didn’t say a word.

I turned back to my book, ignoring her on the other couch despite how hard my cock was. While I was a sexual man, I wasn’t obsessed with women. They came and went, pleasing me and then disappearing. It took a lot to grab my full attention. Since I was thirty-two and it had never happened before, I assumed it would never happen.

But London made me reconsider.

“I never see you drink anything but scotch and coffee.”

I didn’t take my eyes off the page. “Because everything else tastes like shit.”

“Even water?” she asked incredulously.

“Absolute piss.”

“Do you like wine?”

I finally shut my book, knowing this conversation wasn’t going to end. “What’s with the questions, Lovely?”

Her face reddened in annoyance at the nickname, but she didn’t bother correcting me. “I haven’t spoken to anyone in three days. I’m bored and lonely.”

“If you’re lonely, I can fix that.” I gave her a meaningful look, telling her exactly what I could do to make her feel less alone. I wanted a replay of the action we already had, the awesome sex that made me explode.

She rolled her eyes at my offer. “I’ll pass.”

“Seemed to enjoy it last time.”

“I was faking it.”

A laugh escaped my chest. “Yeah, sure…”

“I was,” she repeated.

“Your mouth can lie, but your pussy can’t. I made you come, and you know it.”

Redness tinted her cheeks, the embarrassment shining through. She didn’t deny the claim again, knowing it would just make her look worse.

“And I can do it again…” I drank my scotch, feeling the ice cubes press against my lips.

“No, thanks.” She crossed her arms over her chest and purposely looked at the fire, not making eye contact with me.

I picked up on the hesitance in her voice and her lack of conviction.

Minutes ticked by and neither one of us said anything. I refilled my glass of scotch then poured her a glass. I set it on the coffee table in front of her. “You like scotch?”

“I’m not a big drinker. Maybe wine here and there…” She clung to the new conversation desperately, thankful that awkward talk was officially over.

“Give it a try.”

She didn’t object and took a drink. She didn’t make a sour face or struggle to swallow it. The amber liquid went down her throat and straight to her belly. I pictured pouring the scotch on her stomach and licking it off. She set the glass down again, half empty. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” I asked with a laugh. “That’s the smoothest scotch you’ll ever taste.”

“Are you a fan?”

“Something like that.” I turned back to the fire, watching the flames dance and pop. Life in Fair Isle was a welcomed break from the rest of the world, of the nonsense and the chatter, and I enjoyed my solitude more than the average person. London was obviously different, but she would get used to it. “What would you be doing if you were home right now?” The question came out of nowhere, my interest in this woman misplaced.

“Probably studying,” she said as she looked into the fire. “By the way, people are going to be looking for me. I’ve never missed a day of class, and I have a lot of friends who will search everywhere to find me. It’s only a matter of