Almost two hours later, Gillian was stepping into the dining hall where Stewart was placing a large spread of breakfast food. After running for an hour, she had taken off her workout clothes to take a much-needed swim. Dressed back in the running gear, Gillian had wanted to take a shower but had been detoured by the delicious smell of Ramsey's food. When she walked up to the table, Stewart smiled at her as he pulled out a chair for her. Taking a seat, she grabbed a glass of juice and downed it.
"Did you have a nice run, madam?"
"I did," Gillian replied, picking up a banana to peel it. Before taking a bite, she softly said, "I have to say, I feel a little better. What time is it, Stewart?"
"A little past eight."
"Have John and Patrick already left for work?" Gillian asked, hopeful they had left already. The emotional ache she was feeling in her chest just seemed to grow with each minute she was away from them. Her anger and resentment had only grown while she ran. Gillian just couldn't understand why John would not talk to her or why Patrick had betrayed her. Maybe it was for the best that the men were already gone.
"No, we haven't," Patrick replied, walking into the dining hall impeccably dressed in an expensive, navy suit. He immediately made his way to Gillian's chair. Standing over her, the Irishman bent down. When he tried to kiss her lips, Gillian attempted to turn her head, but Patrick gripped her face in his hands and passionately kissed her mouth. Breaking the kiss, the golden Adonis stood up and winked at her. "Now, that was a proper morning kiss. How are you, sweetheart?"
Gillian ignored his question and turned her head to look out the window as she continued to eat her banana. She could feel Patrick's turquoise eyes boring into her as he took a seat across from her. As Stewart poured the Irishman a cup of coffee, Patrick said in an irritated growl, "I don't think ignoring me is what you want to do this morning, kitty. Would you rather stand and eat your breakfast? If so, it can be arranged."
"Go to hell, Patrick!" Gillian snapped as her eyes shot to his. "Don't talk to me! Just sit and eat your breakfast! You got what you wanted last night."
"Stewart, I need a moment alone with Gillian," Patrick barked as the butler stopped what he was doing and hurried out of the room. Cracking his thick neck, he said through clenched teeth, "Come here!" When Gillian didn't move, he barked loudly, "Come here now! If I come get you, I'll bend you over this table and fuck you right here."
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Gillian let out a gasp as she stood up and hurried around the table. When she reached the handsome Irishman, he immediately pulled her down, so she straddled his lap. Looking into her angered, emerald eyes, Patrick tucked a fallen, ebony strand of hair behind one ear. "I guess you did learn who was in charge last night, huh?" The Irishman smiled, loving the feel of the American on his lap, regardless of her anger. "Now, let's go ahead and get this shit out of the way. Why are you so angry?"
"Really, Patrick?!" Gillian asked sarcastically. "You have to ask what is wrong? You lied to me! You said our relationship wasn't going to be just about sex! After our movie, last night, I thought you and I could have some type of relationship. I can't believe how stupid I was to think that!"
"As I told you last night, I didn't fucking lie to you," the Irishman growled, trying to remain in control of his emotions. He was also trying not to focus on her glorious pussy pressing against his clothed cock. "As John was carrying you into the playroom, I was telling him that he should talk to you instead of punishing you. You couldn't understand me because I was speaking in Gaelic. I only got involved when you accused me of lying. You also said you couldn't trust me. I didn't deserve either of those accusations."
"Yeah, but John tossed you the remote to the vibrating balls—"
"And you had no idea what I was going to do with it. Instead of trusting me, you screamed at me and called me a liar."
Gillian sat there a moment and listened to Patrick's words. She really had no idea what he would have done with the remote. It had also sounded like, initially, the Irishman had been arguing with John, even though she could not understand what he was saying. Maybe she had wrongly accused him after all. With a loud sigh, she said, "I'm sorry I accused you of lying, Patrick. I can admit when I am wrong, but did you have to join John in the punishment?"
"I accept your apology." Patrick smiled before he placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he could see lust lighting her emerald eyes. Damn, she was simply breathtaking to look at! "Now, to answer your question, I should not have participated in your punishment, but I allowed my emotions to take over, and for that, I'm sorry. In my defense, though, your luscious, naked body shackled to a bed was too much for me to deny."
"You could have at least tried," Gillian replied, rolling her eyes as she placed her hands on Patrick's shoulders and began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Lovey, in case you haven't noticed, I happen to find you irresistible. A eunuch would have had an erection watching you tied down in that bed," the Irishman said in a deep, gravelly voice, his hands traveling up her sides. "How are you feeling this morning, sweetheart? Did we hurt you last night?"
"I'm a little sore from the waist down but not actually hurt."
"Are you too sore for a little morning shag?" he asked as he began nibbling her neck. He then slipped his hands under the crop top to begin massaging her breasts that lay beneath the sports bra. Patrick's cock began to harden in his pants as Gillian began to rub her clothed groin against his.
"Pat, aren't you late for a meeting?" John asked heatedly as he walked into the dining room wearing a dark grey, expensive suit that fit the muscular British man like a glove. He had awoken in a foul mood this morning when he had found Patrick lying beside him instead of kitten. The billionaire knew Gillian was hiding from him, and that pissed him off. Instead of coming to look for him to tell him good morning, John had found her on Pat's lap. What the fuck was he going to do with her?
Patrick pulled away from Gillian a moment so he could look at his best mate. He knew that look, and it told the Irishman that John needed a moment with his woman. Kissing Gillian's lips once more, softly, Patrick said, "Actually, I am."
"Don't leave yet, Pat," the ebony haired American urged as the Irishman stood up and put her on her feet. Grabbing his hand, she said, "Finish your breakfast first. You can eat with me and John."
"No, I really need to get going, sweetheart," Patrick replied, placing a kiss on her lips. With a wink, he said, "I'll see you tonight, lovey."
Releasing his hand, Gillian watched the blond Irishman turn and walk out of the room. Turning around, she was not surprised to see John standing in front of her. Lifting her head to look into his eyes, Gillian was smashed against the Brit's chest before his lips slammed down on hers. As his tongue mated with hers, she was pushed back against the table and lifted so she could sit on it. John's masculine, clean scent washed over Gillian as her pussy began to instantly weep. However, as John dragged her sore bottom to the edge of the table, Gillian was brought back to reality.
"John…stop," Gillian said breathlessly, trying to push against his chest.