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“Weshouldhave a mission statement. I’ll work on that. Good call.”
“August, it’s sweet of you to try to heal my stupid heart. But it’s not going to work. No matter what tricks you pull to try to convince me this is real, I’ll find a rational way to explain it. I know you believe this is real magic or real miracles or really the gods playing with us. I respect that. I respect Catholic nuns and Buddhist monks and Jewish rabbis...all of it, even though I don’t believe what they believe. Can you respect my beliefs?”
“Respect that you don’t believe?”
“Right. It would take Aphrodite appearing in my bedroom wearing a crown of roses and floating two feet above the floor to get me to believe in love again, and even then, I’d think she was held up by wires. You’ll just have to accept my romantic atheism,” she said.
“Can you at least believe in me?” He started to wrinkle his nose and she stopped him by putting her finger on the tip.
“I’m here,” she said, tapping the tip of his nose. “I’m with you. I like you. I even trust you a little, and I don’t trust any man who isn’t my own father and barely even him. So let’s put away the chains and the anthrax before someone—you—accidentally gets hurt. Please?”
“You adore me,” he said, grinning. “Don’t you?”
“Not in the least. It just so happens I don’t want to be in the papers for accidentally killing a male prostitute. Polite society frowns upon that for some reason.”
“Shame. I had this bed frame made specifically for high-level bondage.”
“I was imagining Cirque du Soleil.”
“That, too. See?”
Lia watched as August stretched to his full height, grabbed the high bar of the bed frame, where a canopy on a normal bed would have gone. In one smooth, athletic motion he swung his legs over the top of the bar and then hung upside down from it, like a bat.
“Ask me what I am,” he said.
“No. Because you’re going to say, ‘I’m Batman,’ and it’s not funny. He wasn’t even upside down when he said that in the film. I will not laugh. Let me save you the trouble and spare us all the embarrassment.”
“I can’t believe you’re not impressed. I’m literally hanging from my own bed by my knees.”
“Why, may I ask, would you do that during sex?”
“Note the location of your mouth in relation to my cock.”
Lia stood in front of him. “Ah,” she said, nodding her approval. “Tab A and Slot B line up nicely.”
“You can put my cock in your mouth if you want. But only if you want. No pressure.”
She did want, in fact, but she wanted something else a little more. Lia pressed her mouth to the three-petal rose brand on his stomach, above his hip, and kissed it. At first only tenderly, running the tip of her tongue over the raised edges of the rose. August groaned, and Lia sucked the branded flesh into her mouth.
Then she bit it. Hard.
With a gasp, August slid down off the bed frame and onto the bed in a heap. Lia laughed. She’d turned the brand on his stomach bright red from sucking on it.
“That dismount was shamefully executed,” she said. “You’ll never win the gold with that technique. Hard to believe you actually made the pros.”
He grabbed her so suddenly she had no time to steel herself for it. She squealed as he threw her down onto the bed, straddled her, took her wrists in his one hand and held her down.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Sticking my fingers in your cunt.” His pushed his hand under her dress. Lia knew she could stop him with a word but then...that would stop him. He yanked the fabric of her knickers aside.
“You keep calling it that just to annoy me,” she said.
“If you say the wordcuntright now, I’ll leave you alone,” he said.
“I won’t. You can’t make me. And let’s be honest, that’s hardly an incentive.”
He laughed. “You’re so wet,” he said. Of course he sounded pleased with himself. She trembled at the light tickling touch. He ran his finger up and down that wet seam. With his fingers he spread her open, and Lia repressed a groan. She didn’t want to make a single sound while he did it. She was embarrassed enough as it was without making a fool of herself moaning all over the place. The rough tip of his finger found the entrance of her vagina, the tender little hole. He stroked it lightly, teasing it.
