Merry Me

by C.R. Jane

I’d had a long talk with my vag about being a hussy, but she didn’t seem to be listening…She

But I’m not walking into brunch smelling like your perfect pussy unless you want me to start breaking noses. That scent?” He grinned, wild and wicked. “That scent’s mine. And God help anyone who thinks otherwise.”

“You can pretend this means nothing,” he panted, leaning over me so that his mouth brushed my ear. “You can lie to yourself all you want. But you’re mine, Natalie. You always have been. And I’m not walking away this time.”