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“I also prefer my cunt to taste like cunt. I wouldn’t eat a burger expecting it to taste like nothing.”

If I wasn’t already drenched, I would be now. For how much Guy likes to talk, he’s never said anything that hot.

“That’s nice but…” Palm out, I put my hand in front of his face, not touching him but almost. “You can’t do that, so just…” Back off. Please. Otherwise, I fear I will literally die.

“I could do that. Easily.”

I feel his tongue graze my palm and have to fight to keep in a moan.

“One rip to these thin little pants and I could fucking lick you dry right now.”

I should tell him how inappropriate all this is and that my boyfriend would not appreciate any of what he’s saying to me.

But what I actually tell him is, “I like these pants.” The excuse is as weak as my legs.

Hot breath feathers between my fingers as he rasps, “I like the smell of your pussy.”

“I’ll get a candle of it made for you.”

“Make sure it’s edible.”

His teeth sink into the side of my palm, making me lose the battle.

“Khaos.”

“I warned you about saying my name like that.”

I drop my hand between us, giving my pussy some much needed protection. Not from Khaos. From me. I am dangerously close to letting Khaos prove his claims.

I have a boyfriend!

“I moaned because this is a good stretch. I’m really tight and—”

Khaos smirks.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Grin in place, he cocks his head to the side.

“I mean it is. I am.” At least I think I am. I hope I am. How would I know if I’m tight? Guy probably wouldn’t even know because I’m the only girl he’s been with, too. “But that’s not what I was referring to. I was talking about my muscles. I needed, um, this.”

“Because Guy isn’t playing with your pussy correctly.”

“He is,” I say for what must be the twelfth time today. Maybe on the thirteenth it’ll start to feel true.

“Not. He is not stretching any of you correctly.”

“Okay, thanks for being my partner in yoga, but this took a turn.” For the better or worse, I’m not sure. “I think we’re done here.”

“You’re tapping?”

“You wish.”

“You’re scared.”

“Not presently.”

“You’re tempted.”