I giggled at him. “It’s okay, Teag. There’s no shame in being a lightweight. Some of us can just hold our liquor better than others.”
When I stood up, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Turning my head, I met Eamon’s heated eyes and couldn’t help but tease him as well. “I’ll let you wear your costume while you punish me.”
He rolled his eyes at me and said, “Neither one of you will remember this in the morning. I think we’re safe from playing dress up.”
“We’ll see,” I smirked.
When the next morning rolled around, I was certainly hungover, but I remembered every part of the bet I’d won. Once I had a few cups of coffee in me, I got to work on designing the costumes for the Irish trio. I flipped back to the sketch I had done earlier in the year of Eamon dressed in drag and he, of course, chose that moment to look over my shoulder at the sketches.
“Is that me? What the fuck am I wearing?” he demanded.
I broke into a fit of laughter and tried to close the notebook. He easilyplucked it from my hands and turned back to the offending page.
Attempting to calm my giggles, I shrugged and said, “I told you I was going to design costumes for you and the boys.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You dated this picture, love. It’s before we even started really talking. Try again.”
“Damn. You weren’t supposed to look that close,” I grinned up at him.
“Not that close? You’ve drawn me in a fecking wet suit and cat ears. Is this a secret fantasy of yours, Grady?”
I threw my head back and laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face. “Oh my god, Eamon, stop. I can’t even with you. No, I don’t fantasize about you in drag. I was a little obsessed with you then and started sketching you from memory. I was fantasizing about you on the soccer field, running around all sweaty and gorgeous, then I started picturing the entire team, and next thing I knew, you’re all in drag.”
“First, I’d like to address the fact that you said you were a little obsessed with methen.Are you saying you’re no longer obsessed with me?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Hush. I said I was alittleobsessed with you then. Now I’mreallyobsessed with you.”
“I will allow it. Now, let’s discuss how you just used the wordsoccerwhen referring to football. Then we can talk more about how gorgeous you think I am,” he said with a wink.
I snorted in amusement. “Soccer, football, same difference. And I meant to say sweaty and smelly. Not gorgeous.”
“Liar,” he growled, tossing the sketchbook on the floor. “Liars get punished.”
“Promises, promises, Kennedy. You said you were going to punish me last night too and that didn’t happen,” I goaded, eyeing him appreciatively.
His eyes darkened and he caged me in with a hand on each armrest. Leaning in, he whispered against the shell of my ear, “You keep saying things like that and I’ll have to bend you over my knee, love.”
I shivered violently. “Don’t tease me, handsome.”
Eamon nipped my earlobe before kissing the sensitive spot under it. “Oh, I’m not teasing.”
I turned my face towards his, our lips barely a whisper apart, and breathed out, “Prove it”.
His mouth crashed into mine, tongue plunging in and laying claim to me. A surprised squeak escaped me as I knotted my fingers in his hair and held on for dear life. Eamon scooped me up from the chair and stalked toward the bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he let my feet hit the ground before turning me around and walking us to the foot of the bed. When my knees hit the edge, he placed a hand on my upper back, gently bending me forward.
“Place your hands flat on the bed and don’t move. Understand?” he growled.
My heart was thundering, my arousal at an all-time high. This wasn’t an area I ever thought I wanted to experience, but the anticipation was killing me. I nodded.
“Say it, Acushla.”
“I understand,” I breathed, flattening my hands against the mattress.
“Good lass,” he praised me, officially unlocking a kink I didn’t know I had.His hands slid lazily down my back and over my hips before making the trail back up to push my shirt up and over my head. I felt his fingers lightly brush down my spine, followed by his lips. Goosebumps covered my skin while heat coiled in my core. His hands migrated back to my hips where he started pulling my leggings and underwear down slowly. He left them pooled around my ankles as he ran his tongue up the back of my right thigh, switching to the left to give it the same attention. I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured when he rose to his feet again. He ran his hands over my ass, kneading his fingers into my skin. I felt a hand leave my body and return half a moment later as he spanked me hard enough to make me cry out.
“You actually spanked me,” I panted, words laced with shock and a hint of arousal.
