“We have to talk,” he murmured. “Right now?” I asked breathlessly. What the fuck did he want to talk about so badly it couldn’t wait past an orgasm or two? “Right now.” He nibbled on the lobe of my ear, and a warm current buzzed beneath my skin like lights on a Christmas tree. “Because it’s the difference between what I’m doing to you at the moment and what I’m going to be doing to you next.” “How about a little incentive?” Jesus Christ, who am I? My body had apparently been abandoned and occupied by the Ghost of Horny Holidays Past. A short, amused scoff left his throat. “Why don’t we play
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