“Your ass needs to be studied,” he shakes his head, dimples engaged, and the sight of those little divots has my mind relaxing and body tensing. I’m so fucking gone for him, it’s insane. “Went twenty-one years without a dick, and now it needs one every day,” he shakes his head––again––with a little tsk, feigning sympathy. “My ass?” I tilt my head in confusion before it hits me. “Oh!” I have to palm my face, embarrassed that I fucking forgot that’s what that thing is actually called. “Ah,” Bash––the fucker––laughs. “I meant your pussy, princess. My bad.”
