“It can be just about you this time,” Conall insisted.
But when she reached to touch him, caressing the length of him, he hissed and flinched.
“Can I kiss you there, too?” Gizelle asked. “Because that was fun.”
“I’d... like... that.” She was still touching him gently, and it was clearly causing complications in his speech.
She scooted down until she could kiss it in earnest, first laying butterfly kisses all over it, then drawing the head into her mouth with her tongue.
Conall groaned, shifting his hips and brushing his fingers into her hair.
“Gizelle,” he moaned, but Gizelle’s mouth was too busy to answer.
He was dauntingly large, but she could lick and suck and coax the beautiful thing further into her mouth than she had thought possible.
Then, while she was still figuring out how best to make it fit, Conall made a guttural noise, and clenched his hand in her hair. His elk bugled in triumph and her mouth was unexpectedly filling with his hot, salty seed.
“Mph,” she said, sitting up after the last waves of his release had eased. She licked her lips curiously.
“You,” Conall said firmly. “Are amazing.”
Gizelle decided that she liked being amazing.
Chapter 46
As Conall passed the bar deck the following morning, he was startled by a hand on his arm. “Scarlet needs to see you in her office right away,” Travis told him.
“I’ll swing by her office after I’ve...”
“No, she meant now,” Travis said urgently.
Conall blinked at him. “Alright,” he agreed reluctantly. “But if you see Gizelle, tell her where I am.”
Travis nodded, and gave him what Conall thought might be a pitying look. It didn’t bother him as much as it usually would.
As Conall took the flight of steps that led to Scarlet’s office at the top of the resort, it occurred to him that some of the things he had ordered might have arrived early.
The courtyard outside of the manager’s office was indeed, filled with boxes. Conall paused to look at the shipping labels, grinning as he thought about Gizelle’s reaction to them.
; “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you these were coming,” he said, entering Scarlet’s office. “I’m expecting a few more that...” He stopped in alarm.
Sitting across from Scarlet was a familiar figure, smartly dressed in a lightweight silk pantsuit, her hair done perfectly.
“Mother?!”
“Conall!” she said as she turned and both women stood. She signed, “I’ve come to help you out of whatever mess you’re in.”
“Everything is fine,” Conall assured her out loud with a glance for Scarlet.
His mother’s eyes narrowed. “When everything is fine,” she said, abandoning the sign language, “you don’t up and attempt to sell a business that made the cover of Time magazine and run away to a half-rate foreign island for some little gold digger.”
Conall looked past her. “You’ve met my mother, Aideen?” he said mildly to Scarlet.
“It’s been a pleasure,” Scarlet said. Her face was carefully neutral in a way that made Conall suspect she was seething. His mother tended to do that to people. “I was just explaining that we didn’t have any accommodations currently available for guests to simply drop in. This is our busiest time of year.”
“And I,” Aideen added smoothly, “was explaining that I would stay with you. You can certainly afford any surcharge necessary.”