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“What?” He shrugs. “Oh good. A shrug. This talk is already going so well.” “You’re consistent at least.” “Consistent how?” “Consistently mean.”
“You know what I could tie a knot in? This long fucking neck. And then no one would have to tolerate your presence here.” I don’t bother keeping my voice quiet. This guy’s small-dick shit talk has me riled. “Anyone have any objections?”
don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me being a porn star. If you want to see me fuck someone, the bathroom is right there. Drag me in there right now, and you can watch in the mirror while I bend you over.”
Rhys has always given off big dick energy. But I know now it’s not so much energy as big dick knowledge. Big dick surety? Big dick guarantee.
Fucking Cat Whiskers. What a man.
“I hope he has a huge dick. It makes the dumb shit men do a lot more forgivable.”
Tabby: Still allergic to pussy… cats? The bouquet didn’t seem to bother you at all. ;) Rhys: Exposure therapy.
“Kill you or fuck you, Tabby?” My voice drops lower. “Oh, I’ve decided.” “Fuck,” she mutters, teeth strumming her bottom lip as she glances away. “Yep. That’s the one.”
“It’s okay.” She pushes onto tippy-toes and presses a kiss just beside my mouth. A fucking tease. “I promise to give you privacy while you consummate this marriage with your hand later tonight.”
My lips curve up. “Am I Mrs. Wild Side?” Rhys rolls his eyes and looks away.
“Wild Side’s thoughts on pussy—it’s fine.”
“Sorry,” I say. “I lost my head there for a second. If it’s any consolation, in another lifetime, I’d climb you like a tree, and not think twice.”
“Oh look! The emo one has become the horny one,” Doris announces, fists propped on her hips.
“Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”
“Are you petting me, Dupris?” There’s humor in her voice, and my lips quirk up at the tone. “Are you purring, Tabitha?”
In front of thousands of screaming fans… I pat her on the head.
“Like a dog, Rhys! Your stage wife was looking at you like she wanted to jump your bones, and you fucking patted her on the head! What in the actual fuck were you thinking?”
“Why are you mean-mugging me?” She flattens her lips but doesn’t look up. “Sorry, I’ll try to gaze at you lovingly from where I’ve been exiled.”
