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I moved my hand back over his mouth. I didn’t need to hear that shit from the guy with the lacking dick.
Plus, he was ruining my fun. He kissed my hand like he was praising me for keeping him quiet when we needed to be.
Idiot. Whatever, he shut his face and got back to the task at hand.
Which washisgetting off. I would have been left high and dry if I hadn’t figured that out and taken care of my own needs. Wow, so he really saw this hookup as payment for helping me.
And here I’d just meant to have fun.
Oh well, it was a naughty fun celebration to my rocking out and I enjoyed it as that, nothing more. And nothing I would repeat.
I did smirk at him when he handled the condom, knowing the spell on it would give me a magical boost every time he spanked his meat thinking of me. I would guess that would be alotgiven the dopey smile and sated look when we were done.
Still, I didn’t ever repeat with men who disrespected me. I didn’t care if I was five hundred pounds, you don’t talk to me like that during fun we’rebothsupposed to enjoy. I didn’t run my mouth that he wasn’t half bad at using a below-average dick because you didn’t say shit like that.
I also made sure to get out of there before he tried to ask for my number so it was clear this was just a one-time hookup. Hell, I would pretend it never happened after he spoke to me that way, and he was lucky that was all I’d do.
On the drive home, I started thinking of an idea for Sia or Thora that maybe we could have charms made of the same thing so it didn’t have to be sex but touch, any touch. Shouldn’t we get the boost if anyone jerked off thinking about us? It sounded like fair payment even if we hadn’t had sex with them.
The last thing I expected was someone waiting for me when I pulled up to the gate. I raised an eyebrow at thestunningspecimen and swallowed a laugh.
Had Thora sent me a stripper?
Oh fuck, she probably sent me a stripper. Nice.
Actually,way betterthan nice. He looked like the love child of Alexander Skarsgard and someone with piercing green eyes and darker skin.
And it was akillercombination. Dark blond hair, a bit of scruff, the height and build of one of my favorite men tofantasize about with some sexy contrasting improvements. He had to be part Hispanic or South American.
Yum. JustYummmm.
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I fuckingloveda woman with curves who knew women looked good with curves. They were so much sexier than little girls or twigs.
When the sexy goddess got out of her van, I about swallowed my tongue. She was almost a full foot shorter than me, no taller than five-five to my six-four with rich, milk chocolate hair that had all kinds of lighter shades that shined in the sun.
But the punch to the gut was the seriously light ice-blue big eyes she had when she took off her sunglasses. Shit. She was fucking gorgeous.
In the same moment, I prayed she was the one I was supposed to stay with… And prayed she wasn’t because not touching her would be the hardest thing I’d ever had to do and I didn’t want that sort of entanglement.
I had no idea what I was doing or where my life was heading, where I wanted it to head even, and complicating things that were already ridiculously complicated sounded like the stupidest thing ever.
“Honey, I do not have enough cash on me to tip what you’d undoubtedly deserve.” She smirked at me when I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you Alexander Skarsgard’s love child or what?”
My lips twitched. She wasn’t the first one to see that. I didn’t, but I’d had several people tell me I looked like the ethnic version of him and fifteen years younger.
I took it as a compliment? I’d been filling in from my growth spurt junior year, and I thought that was a way to say I’d been doing it right.
“Not to my knowledge,” I answered.
“You are a stripper though right? Thora sent me a hot stripper to celebrate?” She didn’t wait for me to answer, shaking her head. “That woman. I didn’t even know there were stripper services around here.”
I almost thought of fibbing for a few moments just so I had a chance to get naked near this woman, but I knew my rhythm was shit and would never be able to keep up the act.
“Not a stripper, though if this doesn’t work out, it’s nice to know that’s a viable option.”
