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“You could if you wanted to,” he says.

The words come out more serious than I think he meant for them to. The air around us fills with tension, and I’m pretty sure we’re all on the same page with the sex thing. Which is a relief, but also slightly frustrating.

She asked us to help her through her heat, not take advantage of her.

“Can we chat more when you’re done?” I ask. “About the heat thing.”

“That’s a good idea,” she says, taking Forge’s phone and going into the living room. We hear her a moment later, speaking with Trina. She excitedly tells her about her day.

I really hope this gets settled soon so we can let her out of the house.

Forge and I stay at the table and don’t rush her. She can take as much time as she wants. The oven beeps and I check the brownies. They’re done, so I take them out and turn the oven off, setting them on the stove top so they can cool.

Raewyn gets off the phone a short time later and joins us at the table.

“Are the brownies done?” she asks.

I nod. “Do you want them with ice cream?”

“Brownies and ice cream?” she asks.

“It’s so good,” Forge says.

“Okay, I’ll try it.”

He gets the ice cream while I cut the brownie into squares and put them on a plate. Forge puts a scoop of vanilla on each plate, adding a drizzle of caramel and some whipped cream.

“You have never steered me wrong when it comes to food,” Raewyn says as she picks up her spoon and cuts a small piece of brownie, adds ice cream and whipped cream before putting it into her mouth. I watch the way her lips wrap around the spoon.

I really shouldn’t though, because I am getting really bad ideas…

“Mmmm,” she says, her eyes closing. “Wow.” She licks her lips then goes in for another bite. “I think this is my new favorite thing.”

“Only thing to make it better is the chocolate chips?” I ask as I sit down and dig into my own.

“You know me so well,” she says with a smile.

“How’s Trina?” I ask.

“Good. She tried this new recipe for her pumpkin muffins and she says everyone loves the change. She’s been selling out of them.”

“That’s awesome,” I say.

We chat a little more while we finish our snacks, and when we’re done, we go back to the table so we can talk.

“We really just want to know what your limits are,” I say. “I think that’s the most important thing.”

“We don’t want to do something you’ll regret after,” Forge says.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I think that makes sense. Umm, I’m not sure I have any limits.”

“No limits?” I question.

She shrugs. “Not that I can think of. I mean, I guess I don’t really know too much, and whatever my body wants at the time is fine with me.”

Forge and I share a look that says we’re trying our best to behave and stay in our chairs. My dick isn’t really getting the memo though, and I have to shift in the chair to adjust my pants.

“I have a question though. About you two.” She gestures between us. “Do you have limits with each other?”