I snort. “Of course I’m dating a psychopath.” He goes still. Hell, I go still. Open mouth, insert foot. “We, um, I didn’t mean—” “Dating is a bit casual,” he finally says. “Casual? Dating is a big step.” My muscles automatically clench around his cock, still buried inside me. He smirks. “Let’s see… You’re never getting away from me. What do we call that? Certainly not dating.”
