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“No,” I answer, turning around. “There’s no shame in you having a toy in your ass, but I know if you put it in or pull it out too fast, you may pass out and crack your head open on this tile.”
He grins, trying to distract me from his efforts, his arm reaching behind him while he asks, “You know from experience?”
“Yeah.” I hand him a washcloth, then lean against the countertop. “I once had a guy plug my ass so fast, like he was shoving a cork in a wine bottle, that I went temporarily blind with pain.”
He winces before wrapping the massager in thewashcloth, staring at his newest toy. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“It’s a toy,” I answer. “You take it home and play with it.”
Snapping his glance up at me, he woofs, “Hell, no. This isn’t going in my carry-on and through airport security. Woman, do you know the kind of press I’ll get?”
I fold my arms over my naked breasts. “Do you care?”
“Fuck, yes, I care. I’m paid thirty-two million a year to care. It’s not just my reputation that’ll get ruined by kinky sex rumors. It’s an entire team.”
I’m about to debate him. I’m about to get on my soapbox of why no one should be ashamed of their kinks and desires. As long as all are consenting adults, have at it.
But then I remember how Beau Bronson couldn’t go anywhere on campus without a swarm of fans and rumors following him.
I admit… Imayhave started one of them. Ikindatold a gossipy girl in our dormitory that I worried about Beau. That I borrowed his laptop for class and saw his search history. I told her he was looking up micropenises and ordering penis pumps.
“I’m worried he’s so desperate,” Isortacried to her for added effect, “that he’ll hurt his little dick trying to fix it.”
It didn’t help that Imay haveanonymously mailed a penis pump to his resident hall, addressed to him, too.
But Beau had the last laugh.
Once he heard the rumor, he made damn sure someone leaked a video of him and his middle leg in the locker room shower. My brain is forever branded with the shock of that image.
It’s probably because hemay havealso had a coffee mug made with it and anonymously sent it to myroommate.
My entire senior year, I had to watch her sip coffee and his massive schlong every morning.
“I tell you what,” I answer him. “Give me your address, and I’ll ship you a gift box of our toys tonight, minus my alien cock. Nothing but death will part me from that.”
He laughs, setting the wrapped toy on the countertop before trapping me against it. “I’m not giving you my address,” he says. “Or my phone number.”
“Why?” I circle his nipple. “You afraid I’m going to send you more penis enhancement pills like I did in college?”
“And another Pocket Pussy masturbator.”
I smile. “I bet you still have it.”
“Maybe.” He kisses my jaw, his whiskers tickling back to my ear. “Maybe I still jerk off with it and moan your name and that’s why you’re not getting my digits or deets, and I’m not getting yours. You’re too damn tempting, Blair Monroe. The way you just made me come? If I have access to you, I’ll start playing for the National Fucking League for free and not for the Falcons.”
“But what about the videos we made tonight? How will I get those if I don’t have your number?”
Yes, dammit, I’m tryingnotto sound like a desperate teen in love. Because, yes, I’m also desperate for the very adult videos we made so I can die in masturbation heaven with them.
He kisses my nose. “I’ll airdrop them to you, and then, I’ll watch you delete my number while I delete yours. Promise me, Blair. I’m serious. I can’t afford to have your temptation in my life.”
It’s a bittersweet compliment, and I take it. Also, I know I can slide into his DMs and tempt him there if I’m feeling particularly masochistic.
For the rest of the night, I slide into bed with him. I let him turn off the lights and wrap around me, loving how his legs are so heavy, intertwined with mine. How he holds me tight, my back to his chest, his hand holding mine, and his whiskers tickling my ear. We’ve fucked each other into exhaustion, but still, he teases me as I close my eyes.
“You know I’ll have to fire my maid and get rid of my cat now,” he jokes, sounding gruff and satisfied. “Poor Ms. Dubois, she’ll have to speak French and mop someone else’s floors. And poor little Blitz. She’s a sweet black cat with a cute swishy tail, but you’ve ruined pussies for me forever.”
I snuggle back into him, letting myself fall into his warmth. I’m not saying a word because for the first time… the only time… I’m smiling in the darkness with Beau Bronson.
