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And for those who once believed they were unloveable, I wish you all to be loved by someone like Ozzy McKenna …
“Now,” he says, looking slightly reproachful as if I need to listen to his instructions very carefully. “A perfectly shucked oyster will slide effortlessly into your mouth. Then, I want you to chew once or twice before swallowing. Got it?”
“Got it,” I repeat a little too studiously, before reaching over to grab the oyster.
Ozzy moves my hand away, lets out a small tsk and holds up ...
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His fingers are so close to my opened mouth, that I can almost feel the heat of them on my skin. I watch his eyes darken as if he’s having similar thoughts to mine. My heart is beating wildly, everything about this feels forbidden. Still, I’m starving for more.
Carefully tilting the shell, he slides the oyster into my mouth. He mimics me, subconsciously, his mouth falling open ever so slightly, the thin scar on his bottom lip more defined now that I see it up close. I fight the urge to squirm in my seat when the flavors explode on my tongue seconds later. It tastes like the sea. Briny, and salty, the acidity of the red wine vinegar and lemon brightening the taste.
“Thought you might be hungry. You weren’t at staff meal today,” he says, his gaze down while he continues chopping. “I made them with Doritos.”
I stare at the nachos, slightly stunned. The image of him running to a corner store to buy a bag of Doritos just to make me nachos has me feeling a whirl of conflicting emotions.
I blink up at him. “I love Doritos,” I mutter.
“I know.”
Reaching up on the shelf above him, he grabs a small birthday candle, sticks it into the melted cheese, and uses a...
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“Happy birthday, p...
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“Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside your cunt, while your piece of shit boyfriend is within earshot.”
“Careful princess, you wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out that their perfect little girl is getting finger fucked by the help.”
I’d crawl on my hands and knees to have you on my tongue again. Ozzy’s heated declaration floats back to me, reminding me that words can act like a healing balm. That words don’t need to hurt. They can glide over my skin, making me shudder with pleasure instead.
I file that information away for later. It’s a subtle type of desperation I feel … like I need to absorb every little detail from her life that I possibly can.
Because something about James just feels … right.
“All I want is to consume every little piece of you until there’s nothing left but the taste of you on my tongue,” he says, much too seriously.
“I can’t fucking wait to have my way with you,” he says, his voice intense and low.
“Why don’t you?”
But I know in reality, she’s not just anything. She’s James Ferdinand. And I’m down bad.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“I just don’t …” She licks her lips, her eyes fixed on my cock. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be begging for every inch of me by the time I’m done with you. Now, turn around, and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that dripping cunt.”
“Nothing. I just like staring at you.”
“You’re the one who said this needed to be fun and casual. I just said I wanted to hang out with you. Cut yourself some slack.”
“Miss me?”
“Like how you missed me last night?”
“What do you mean ‘like how I missed you...
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“You don’t re...
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“Remember...
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“You called me when you were out.”
“At least give me something, sweetheart, I’m dying over here,”
“You told me my hair reminded you of cotton candy and that I tasted just as sweet.” She chokes on a laugh but continues, “You also told me that you’d rather be cuddling with me in bed than watching Alec try to get laid at the bar.”
Our hips lock into place against one another and I let out a satisfied sigh. “This is nice,”
“It’s where you belong.”
“Never change, princess,” he says, stroking my cheek before kissing me. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Is purple your favorite color?”
“It is now.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t re...
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