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She was gorgeous at night, but by day she’s something else entirely. A little softer, but with plenty of clues to her personality, if you’re looking for them, which I am.
“How very Dexter of you,” Jenna says, taking it all in. “I swear it was like this when I arrived. I promise I won’t murder you.” “Dexter only kills bad guys, and I’m a very good girl, so I think I’m safe.”
“And who exactly are we hiding from?” I ask. “The ghosts, obviously.” “Ah, of course. Ghosts famously hate laundry.” “All those years being mistaken for bedsheets. Who can blame them?” He shrugs one shoulder, and I slip my hands behind his neck. “Do you think we should do it again? Since we’re so safe in here.” I tip up and kiss the smile right off his face.
“I want to scare the fuck out of you, Jenna. And then I want to fuck the scared out of you.”
“Am I a job to you?” “More like a side quest.” “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” She tries to hide her smile by looking down and fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve, but I’m watching far too closely to miss it. “Why would you do this for me?” “Customer satisfaction is important to me.” “You do this for all your customers?” “No, Jenna. You’re one of a kind. And honestly, totally unexpected. I never thought I’d meet anyone like you here.”
“Happy haunting, I guess.” “Happy fingering yourself into oblivion the second you get home.”
“Safeword, Jenna?” “Green, motherfucker,” she yells back at me, her middle finger held up over her shoulder.
I want to chase her and tackle her to the ground and fuck her until I need to replace the floorboards.
“Fuck you, Mason,” she spits out eventually. It’s so unexpected it makes me laugh. “In a good way?” “The best,”
“Fuck, your tears taste good,” he moans. “You’re so pretty when you cry, baby.”
“Did I squirt?” “You sure did.”
“Do I get a sticker now?” I ask, and he looks up at me. “What do you mean?” “I survived the Miller mansion, right?” His frown softens into a smile, and he kisses my stomach. “If you want a sticker, I’ll get you a sticker. Anything you want.”
We might be deviants, but we’re professional ones.
