We just failed task five. “Really, Dane?” I blurt, pulling my fingers out and slapping his chest while he keeps stroking himself with his hand. “You just touched me!” Dane flinches and stares down, his eyes lifting to my hand. “Did you just put your pussy juice all over me?” My cheeks heat, seeing the wetness on his chest as mortification overwhelms me. “No. And please don’t say it like that ever again.”
