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His tail snakes around my waist, drawing me in tighter. “You may regret that,” he says, his voice a low rumble as he presses his hips against my stomach.
I feel the hard length in his pants. The singular hard length. “Dang, only one penis?” I ask with a fake pout.
“Don’t be too disappointed. I can fuck your tight holes with my tail just as well as I can with my cock.”
I shiver at the thought. “What are you waiting for?” I murmur, bringing my mouth closer to his.
His eyes glitter with the heady blend of love and lust that reflects both sides of him. “You. I’ve been waiting foryou, Mona.”
EPILOGUE
8 months later
Blair glares at me from across the room. “You need to work faster.” She brandishes the screwdriver in her hand in a way that’s far too menacing for my comfort. I doubt it’s the first time she’s threatened someone with a weapon in her hand.
“Jeez! I’m going as fast as I can. These damn instructions make no sense, though.” I gesture down at the indecipherable pictograms in the assembly guide.
Blair scoops the guide up off of the floor and skims over it. A frown forms on her red lips as she studies it, then hands it back with no comment.
“See, I told you,” I mutter, but she still seems unconvinced that the issue isn’t my incompetence. She’s gone from hating me to tolerating my presence over the past few months, but it’d be nice not to be on the receiving end of her withering glares quite so often.
I would’ve done this project on my own, but I needed her expertise for some of it. Her unimpressed demeanor combined with the tight timeframe—we have to get things done while Mona’s out with Grace and Devi before her performance tonight—made for a stressful evening.
It takes us another thirty minutes to finish setting everything up, but when I step back to take in the room, I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished. There’s even a slight curve to Blair’s lips, so it must be good.
“Thank you for your help! Mona is going to love this.”
“She is. It’s an acceptable 30th birthday present for my best friend.”
“Hah! High praise.”
Awkward silence lingers in the air between us until it’s broken by an alarm going off on my phone. Shit, I need to shower and head over to the venue. I walk with Blair to the front door, through the newly painted sage green hallway lined with colorful prints and photos, down the polished wood staircase, and out through the bright entryway.
I still can’t get over that this is my place.Ourplace. Mona and I moved in together a few weeks ago, into a cheery house within walking distance of downtown Moonvale. It took months to convince her to move out of her old apartment. It wasn’t safe for her to be alone there, but she didn’t want to break her lease. Recurring nightmares about her downstairs neighbor finally tipped the scales in favor of moving. I’m glad my dreams involving that terrible night always end in me thanking Mona for saving me with by burying my face between her legs.
In a short time, Mona made our new shared place more of a home than my griege rental house ever was. Not just with her bright, whimsical decor, but with her warm, loving presence. Waking up next to her every morning feels surreal, given my disastrous experiences with romance. But she proves every day that she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever been with before.
Blair heads out with an obligatory goodbye, and I rush back inside to take a shower. Once I’ve scrubbed the sweat off and am dressed, I give Nugget a kiss on the head as I pass him sleeping on the couch, and send Mona a quick text before I hop in the car. She gets nervous every time she performs, so I’ve gotten into the habit of checking in multiple times before she hits the stage.
Tonight’s even more nerve wracking than usual because she’s performing at a special themed night at The Vault. She’ll be on the same stage she was when I saw Blair tie her up in her first foray into exhibitionism. My cock stiffens as I recall how much I hungered for her. I’m a lucky bastard. I never would’ve imagined that I’d end up with the beautiful, enigmatic woman I saw—and accidentally terrified—that night.
We’ve gone back to The Vault a handful of times as a couple. Mona isn’t ready to have sex in the public spaces, but she loves pretending that I’ve followed her to the club and can’t stop myself from cornering her in one of the private rooms to have my way with her. On one occasion, we learned how seriously the club takes security—I ended up on the floor with a burly security guard’s knee in my back while Mona frantically explained that I wasn’t actually assaulting her. Since then, we’ve let security know our plans when we arrive, though Mona gets adorably flustered when we do.
With my text sent, I head out. Desire already thrums within me, as I anticipate seeing her onstage and giving her the surprise birthday present when we get home. Tonight’s going to be amazing.
My hand tremblesas I do one last touch up of my burgundy lipstick, my reflection staring back at me with nervous excitement in the dressing room mirror. “Okay, you’ve got this,” I murmur to myself.
My phone vibrates against the vanity counter, and I pick it up with a smile, knowing who the message is from.
Max: Can’t wait to see you on that stage, baby. You’re going to be amazing. Just remember, if you get nervous, imagine that everyone in the audience is naked.
I love how he texts something silly every time I’m about to perform.
Mona: Most of them are already mostly naked, so that won’t take much imagination. But I only care about one person out there.
Max: Hmm, and who might that be?
Mona: Blair, of course! She’s my burlesque mentor, after all. Why, who did you think I meant?
