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Then she was tugging off his boxers. She sucked in a breath.

“Oh God, it’s so pretty.”

He snorted out a laugh. Here he was close to bending her over the nearest surface and fucking her until they both reached oblivion and she went and called his dick pretty?

“He is not pretty.”

“Oh, sorry. Of course not. He’s um, long! Like a bratwurst. But thick! Like an eggplant.”

Dear God.

“Baby, you don’t want him as thick as an eggplant,” Remy murmured, looking like he was seconds from laughing. “Eggplants are really thick.”

“I was trying to make up for the pretty mistake,” she whispered.

“I can still hear you,” Loki whispered. “My dick is sexy. He’s hot. Masculine. Got it?”

She nodded.

“You’re going to have to make that up to him and kiss him. He’s had his feelings hurt.” Loki grasped the base, squeezing him.

Fuck. Anything to try and get some control back.

“I can do that.” A look of determination filled her face as she leaned in and placed her lips against the shaft, kissing.

Holy. Shit.

He hadn’t expected her to do that. And the feel of her lips on him was almost his undoing.

God, what was wrong with him?

Her breath teased him, dancing over his nerve endings.

Fucking hell.

She placed more kisses along the shaft. Then she wrapped her hand around his dick, above his own.

He knew that Remy was murmuring things to her, but he couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears.

It was too much.

Yet, it wasn’t enough.

Then she drew her lips away and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

“Maybe don’t play too much with him, baby. The poor guy wants to last longer than a few seconds.” Remy grinned up at him.

Fuck. He’d like to see that fucker last with her lips on his dick.

“I want to taste him,” Isa moaned. “Please.”

He wasn’t going to deny her. But his legs felt shaky.

“I need to sit.”

“Good idea,” Remy said.

Loki drew off his shoes, then his jeans and boxers before sitting on the sofa. Remy placed a cushion between his feet.

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