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by
Sara Raasch
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August 26 - September 5, 2025
“What’s the name for a person who breaks in and leaves something?” My grin widens, more a baring of teeth than a smile. “Santa Claus.”
Blood-money rich rat bastard.”
Shit-stirring is my love language.
I swing back and forth in my desk chair, staring at my laptop, trying to decide how professional it would be to send back an email saying, But I don’t WANNAAAAAA.
What happened to the birthday gift card I gave you to Bards, Blessings, and Beyond?
“Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.” His face flares red. Bright red, two near perfect lines along his cheekbones.
“Another of mine is that I don’t share. Even if this is only physical, I won’t be fooling around with anyone else. And I don’t want you to either. For safety reasons, and because I’m a possessive fucking bastard.”
“I’ll help you forget, I promise. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name beyond me calling you baby. But I can do that and still respect you, so look into my eyes and tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”
He kisses me to silence. Eats the last few garbled words. “Oh, I’ll ruin you,” he tells me. “But you’re mine, so I’ll always put you back together again, too.”