“You’re blushing again.” He held a finger to her cheek, eyes narrowing. “After everything I did in the --”
She put her hand over his mouth, trying to silence him.
And because Sir knew that she was turned on by the thought of two men. Surely Cullen wouldn’t know that.
He grinned at her, a s***h of white in a brawler’s face. “I thoroughly enjoyed touching you, pet, but you don’t need to run from me. Are we clear on that?”
She nodded, unsure why she’d been so frightened.
“If you’d permit, Z, I’d like a hug from your sub to know I’m forgiven and we’re all right again.” He stepped back.
Sir murmured, “Permitted,” and his restraining arm dropped away.
Cullen held his arms out. Waited. His eyes had that look that Sir’s got, the unspoken command.
Okay. She liked Cullen; he’d only been nice
