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I hear two knocks on the door and act without thinking. I grab Becca's arm and pull her into the bathroom. I press her against the door and cover her mouth. I shut my eyes and silently appreciate whoever decided to disturb me at this hour. This gives me the opportunity to touch Becca's soft, pink lips without needing to come up with an excuse.
“Masse? Where are you?” Lucia's voice calls out.
“On the throne!” I shout from the bathroom and glance down at Becca.
“In the throne,” Becca whispers beneath my hand, and my nerves tingle as her lips graze against my palm, her eyebrows keeping that sweetly perplexed expression she always has when she's stressed.
“Quiet!” I put more pressure on her mouth, and she suppresses a giggle.
Her comment was mean. She’s itching for it, practically daring me to react. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have looked up from the ground. And if scratching her helps, I'll be the one to do it.
“Just got off the phone with your mom in Romania. She won't be able to make it to the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I roll my eyes and keep my focus on Becca.
“Did you smoke in your room again?”
“Can you just leave me alone?” I snap, feeling the irritation building up, even though I don’t mind the position we’re in.
“Good-night,” I hear, and I watch as Becca's shoulders slump, her body unwinding.
“I seriously thought I was gonna die!” she whispers after I move my hand away, taking in a desperate breath.
“But you didn’t,” I smirk, and she playfully smacks my injured arm.
“If you want me to help you shower, just know it's off the table,” she crosses her arms and taps one foot. “Washing your booty is my limit.”
I burst into a fit of laughter and hide my face.
“You wish,” I tease, and her suggestion doesn't sound half bad. “And who even uses the word “booty” anymore?”
“I do,” she scrunches her nose in such an adorable way that it sparks a new fire within me. “I can't believe how this favors game has turned into full-on slavery. You're taking advantage of me!”
“Complaining, are we?” I grin, thoroughly enjoying her reaction.
“Yes! It's not fair.”
“Well, what you did wasn't fair either.”
I watch her let out a sigh, and it's endearing how she's momentarily lost for words. I grab her hips and gently lift her onto the sturdy edge of the sink.
“W-what are you doing?!” She's growing visibly flustered, and her embarrassment is impossible to miss.
“How about you help me shave for five pictures?”
“Pff, she huffs dramatically. “Make it fifty,” she adjusts her skirt carefully.
This just turns me on even more, so I grab her knees and lean in closer, tilting toward the cabinet behind her, sniffing her and pressing my pelvis between her legs. Becca seems taken aback, frozen in surprise, as I get the razor from its holder and hand it to her.
“Fifty it is,” I encourage her with this daring offer.
“Are you actually serious?” She can’t help but smile.
“Yes.”
Oh my god! She's so cute when she's naive.
“You know I've never tried this before,” she looks at the device in her hands for a moment. “What if I hurt you?”
