“Charlie,” she says, her voice a honeyed rasp, “would you like to stay for a night of hot, passionate sex?” She’s done teasing, I guess. I swallow hard and shift in my chair. “I would. Thank you for asking.” She lifts herself up, sliding back on the table in front of me. Her knee nudges the bag of marshmallows. Her foot taps the side of my chair. “I need to tell you something first.” I clear my throat, staring hard at where her skirt rides higher against her thighs. “Before our night of hot, passionate sex.” Her eyebrows climb her forehead. “If you tell me you want me to bark like a dog while
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