Page 72 of Illicit Monster


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"It can be in nice restaurants. And I promise ya, you'll like everything." I lean over and peck her on the lips.

More excitement grows on her features. "So, what else is special about this place?"

I stroke my thumb on the inside of her thigh, resisting the urge to slide it higher. I answer, "All the other bougie stuff."

She pins her eyebrows together. "Such as?"

"Well, they serve everything on clay dishes. Actually, it's the chef's line, and you can buy them for home. But the sushi counter's pretty special too. It's made of a solid piece of Japanese cypress called Hinoki. They sand it daily so it stays in a soft, porous state."

"That's different."

"Aye. Like I said, you'll love this place," I assure.

"Is it your favorite restaurant?"

"It's my favorite Japanese one."

"Ya look like a kid in a candy store right now," she declares.

"Do I?"

"Yea."

I shrug. "It's amazing. You'll see."

We stay silent for several more blocks. Then Maeve blurts out, "We should play truth or dare tonight."

I tease, "Ya sure ya can handle it?"

She tilts her head, and confidence lights up her features. She claims, "I can handle it. I doubt ya can, babes."

I grunt. "Don't be so sure of yourself, princess."

She leans closer and bats her eyes. "Then game on, dear hubby."

"Game on," I agree, then pull a vibrator egg out of my pocket. I was going to make her do this anyway, but her little game makes it more fun.

She eyes it over with curiosity.

I hold it in front of her, asserting, "I go first. I dare ya to keep this inside of ya all night."

Her eyes drift to my palm. She peers closer. "What...what is that?"

Shock fills me. She's so innocent, and I keep forgetting it. I answer, "It goes in your pussy."

"And then what?" she asks, flustered.

I arch my eyebrows. "Have ya never played with any toys?"

Her cheeks turn fire-engine red. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it.

How is that possible?

I pull her closer, kiss her, then murmur against her lips, "Ya don't need to be embarrassed, sunshine."

"I'm not embarrassed," she quickly claims.

"Good," I state, then slide my hand between her thighs until I'm touching her panties.

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