A midnight tryst

Mature Content 18+

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As Daisy watched him standing there with a ghost of smile on his face, her lips twitched a bit. 

''You even seem happy about it...'' she punched his chest lightly when he wrapped both his arms around her waist and backed her towards the couch. 

''Is my girlfriend jealous?" 

''I am not,'' Daisy's lips parted in disbelief. She was not jealous. She found it annoying how people were hellbent on getting him married when he had her. Did they think she was dead? Just because she was lying low here, was she treated her as a pushover? Was her man someone they could marry off as they wished? ''Not jealous,'' she emphasized. 

''So, you are fine with me talking to other women?" Ryle questioned, his knee settling between her legs and parting them wide. 

''Why... do I care?" the ambiguous air between them had her pause a bit, feeling rather heaty suddenly.