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“I love sex with you,” I assure him.

A wide smile replaces that frown, making the prank semi worth it. I probably won’t do it again though.

“But the next spice scene involves another woman.”

“He cheats? What the fuck kind of romance is this?” He glares at the book like it personally offended him. “I thought that was the one rule in these books. Everything else goes, except him cheating.”

Sometimes I have to pinch myself. Not only does Khaos listen to what I say, he retains it.

“It is. Well, mostly. There’s a lot of discourse on what should and shouldn’t be in romances but…” I wave my hand dismissively. “That’s subjective. However, the cheating one is practically universal.”

Holding the paperback with his thumb and fingertips, he walks it toward my desk. Where there’s a garbage can underneath.

“Wait!” I fly up to sitting. “He doesn’t cheat. They have a threesome.”

Khaos raises his eyebrows. “Two women and him?”

“Mm-hm. They go to a sex club to celebrate, and one of her friends is, like, working there, I guess, so she lends a hand.” I snicker at that. It’s probably more than a hand.

Somehow those brows of his go even higher before leveling back out in time for him to deadpan, “So you did read ahead.”

“No. I was staring at the words waiting for you and I just kind of…absorbed…them.”

“That’s literally reading.”

“I didn’t mean to!” I’m full-on laughing now. “It was an accident, I swear. Certain words kept jumping out at me, I couldn’t help but notice them.”

Grinning, he shakes his head at me but returns to the bed.

“I’m fine with not doing that. Are you?”

“What? Adding someone to the mix?”

He jerks out a single nod, his face suddenly serious.

“Um, no, I don’t…” I shake my head as I get to my knees. “I don’t want that either.”

“It’d be okay if you did want to. We could. Not a guy, but a girl.”

All of my features sink like the gravity just kicked on, except it’s only affecting the corners of my lips, nostrils, and eyebrows. “Do you want to be with another girl?”

“Fuck no. She wouldn’t be for me. She’d be for you.”

I consider that scenario. “You wouldn’t touch her at all?”

“Not intentionally.”

“What would you be doing?”

“Prepping you. Playing with you. Fucking you. I don’t know. Whatever you want me to do to you. Just you though.”

That actually sounds really hot, but I don’t know how it would work without me getting jealous. Or him. He just threatened to kill a man if I slept with him. I seriously doubt he would but…the threat was made.

My eyes narrow. “You would be okay with that?”

“I would try. For you.”

And he would probably be miserable the entire time.