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“I just thought I’d give you a little taste of what you managed to avoid by not fucking the Norwegians when you played with them,” he said, as though he’d done her a huge favor. “Do you regret being stuck with me now? Should I find a friend to replace the dildo in this scenario so you can try the real deal?”

So he wanted to play that game, did he?

“Hell yeah—let me call Tarka real quick. I’m sure he’ll be over in no time.”

The flash of jealous ire in his gaze was so satisfying and hilarious she burst into a weak laugh.

“I fail to see why this conversation is so funny,” her Master growled. “I didn’t know you wanted to share, or that you were seriously interested in going back to Tak.”

“Well, it’s no fun teasing you if you’re going to get all butthurt about it,” she said, wincing as her ass echoed that sentiment.

“Oh, is he good, or something?” he asked, gripping her hair tightly by the scalp with implicit warning.

“The daddy Dom thing doesn’t suit me as well as you do.” He looked somewhat mollified by that. The big baby. “And you have a bigger dick,” she assured him in a fit of generosity, not sure if it was true, since she hadn’t actually measured them. Besides, what had happened between her and Tarka had been a long time ago. And obviously, if they’d clicked anywhere near as well as her and Grant, she wouldn’t be wearing Grant’s collar.

He kissed her with a fierce hunger that made her purr. Having the guy she was obsessed with obsessing over her was probably the best thing she’d ever experienced and she couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of it.

“I love you, Master,” she told him between kisses. She crawled on top of him just to get closer.

“I love you too, pixie girl. And you’re in so much trouble later.”

“Again?” she asked, struggling to fake some apprehension.

“Always,” he said with a confidence in their relationship she was really starting to feel.

Maybe this could work forever.

She was willing to stick around to find out.

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