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My train has left Friendship Station and it’s picking up speed as it rattles into Dirty Depot.
Like what you like to do in bed? Or maybe what you want me to do to you?
“Because of something I asked him to do. Apparently”—she stops to sketch air quotes—“I’m ‘weird in bed.’”
“I could be your test subject.” My brow knits. No way did he say that. “What?” But he doesn’t relent as he holds my gaze. “If you want to know if you’re actually weird in bed. Or if you need lessons. I’d be a very good teacher.”
“I want to kiss you again tonight. And tomorrow. And for a long, long time.”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me.” “Holy shit. That is my kind of weird. And my kind of normal.”
“Are you loud in bed, baby? Because I fucking love noise.” She laughs, then nibbles on the corner of her lips. “I think I want to be.”
“Be as loud as you want. Make some noise. Shout, groan, and please, fucking please, call my name when you come harder than you have before.”
“Fuck yes,” I murmur, flicking my tongue through her wetness. “Merry Christmas to me.”
“You’re so fucking weird, I need you to ride my cock right now, baby.” She turns to me with bright eyes and a filthy grin. “Yes, please.”
