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“Nope,” Remy said. “Think we can agree we like you just where you are.”
“Yep. We sure can agree on that,” Loki said huskily.
“And nothing is embarrassing between us,” Remy added.
“You’re not the one with a giant rainbow knot vibrator,” she cried. “That everyone knows about!”
“Not everybody,” Loki said, sounding offended. “I wouldn’t tell anyone else.”
“Need to see this vibrator,” Remy said.
“No!” she cried. “Absolutely not. I am putting my foot down.”
“Uh, Tink, you’re lying down,” Loki told her.
“And you’re being deliberately obtuse,” she replied snootily. “I demand to be put on my feet, and then I plan to hide in my room until I am a hundred and three.”
“With rainbowrator?” Loki teased.
“Yes! We’re going to be very happy together. We’ll get married, have little rainbowrators and live happily-ever-after.”
“Hmm. Think Loki and I might protest that.”
“You can’t. Because rainbowrator and I are gonna be very happy together.”
“Until you run out of batteries,” Loki teased.
“Grr!”
“Baby,” Remy said in a low, soothing tone. He drew her up onto his lap, her legs straddling his. Grabbing her chin, he drew her face up. “Look at me.”
“I can’t!”
“Aww, Tink, I’m sorry,” Loki said, sounding genuinely upset. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Oh, great.
Now she felt bad. She wasn’t hugely upset. It was just . . .
“I haven’t had sex in years,” Loki said. “Since well before I was discharged.”
She turned her head toward him. “Really?”
“Really.”
Oh my God. He didn’t know how much better that made her feel. There had been a number of nights when he wasn’t home where she’d wondered . . .
“It’s only been you for me, Tink. For a long time. Probably longer than I should admit.”
“Oh that’s . . . that’s so sweet. You didn’t get a blowjob because of me.”
“Yeah, but now I’m worrying that the instant your lips touch my cock I’m going to erupt like a volcano.”
“Yeah, most likely,” she said in a serious voice.
“Hey, you brat!” Reaching over, he started tickling her.
Remy let out a groan, grabbing hold of her hips. She stilled, staring down at him in worry. “You might have to stop that, or I’ll be the one erupting. And at forty-two I’m far too old for that.”
