‘Why?’ I ask uselessly. ‘Because,’ she says, ‘that’s my kink. I get off on being someone’s plaything. And we’ve established how fucking hot you are, and you’re like an unexploded bomb. I want to be the one you unleash all that angst and repression on.’ She says that last sentence with a touch of a whimper, and fuck, I believe her. Her beautiful eyes are growing glassy. Hooded. She nods at my hard-on. ‘I want you to make that my problem. I want to take care of it. I didn’t get anywhere near enough of your dick on Friday night.’ Jesus Christ. ‘This sounds like a great deal for me,’ I grit out.
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