“Tell me,” he says, and his voice is the raspy one I love the most. “What things from those books do you want to do in real life?” I chuckle. “Alec.” “Tell me,” he repeats. His hand caresses my left hipbone. “If it’s too hard to say, I’ll give you options from what I read. Dirty talk?” I turn my head into his shoulder. “Yes. I… yes. I’d like that a lot.” “Mmm. Praise, maybe.” His hand brushes down to my thigh, fingers sweeping. “I’ll keep telling you how good you feel. Look. Taste.” I close my eyes. “Yeah. That sort of thing. If it’s real, of course.” He chuckles. It’s a husky sound, and my
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