Diarmid was working in the kitchen and every tiny noise in the house had his ears perked up. He wanted nothing more than to ditch his work and go check to see if Lita was still sleeping. Conor was in the back yard though, working on his pieces for his show and so sneaking off to be with her was not a good idea.
He was surprised by how sexually compatible they were. She was as voracious as he was though he admitted his stamina was a bit better than hers, she still left him with shaky muscles and a need to skip leg day at the gym. He had foolishly let himself get caught up in her game with the matches earlier in the week and now he was at risk of getting burned beyond recognition. His little fire master was deep under his skin. Every time she popped into his head, he had to remind himself t
