Page 103 of Filthy Feck


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Shoulders gleaming.

Hair curled around her throat.

Eyes sleepy.

Mouth relaxed.

Fuck.

I was literally looking at my living, breathing,walkingfantasy.

“Just the one in mine. They must trust me more than they do you.”

At my joke, she huffed. “Apparently.”

“That’s what you get when you don’t stab your host in the hand.”

“I think I’d have had two even if I’d have curtseyed when I met him,” she grumbled, but she retreated a step. “Come in.”

I hadn’t actually intended on sticking around but I wasn’t going to argue about how easy that had been.

Then, she startled me.

Star grabbed my arm, leaned into me, and for a moment, I thought her lips hovered over mine. My heart raced, my dick stood to attention, and I breathed her in. Disappointment struck when she tilted her head then whispered in my ear, “Did you bring your toy?”

My toy?

The little brain in my cock had no understanding of what she was talking about.

Unless she meant… “Your Christmas present?”

She reared back. “No! Dammit. Thetoy. The one that—” She moved into my personal space again. “—cuts out footage and blocks transmissions,” she finished on a hiss.

Oh.

“I didn’t.”

Her scowl was immediate. “Why not?”

“I was tired! I barely remembered to pack boxer briefs!”

Her eyes flared wide, then her gaze drifted down my length.

Double fuck.

I leaned into her, my hand lifting to tuck a stray lock of hair away from her cheek and—

She jerked away.

Triplefucking fuck.

I cleared my throat. “Brought something for you.”

Her brows lifted when she saw the bag in my hand, immediately snatching it from my grip and tearing it open. “Fuck, nothing tastes as good as American candy.”

I sniffed to hide my discomfort when she moaned around the treat. “We can agree to disagree on that.”

“Hey, I like that you hate the candy I love,” she countered before chomping on a couple candy hearts. “That means I don’t have to share.”

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