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180 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 12, 2015
She crooned in his head. "Honey, I'm so proud of you for not killing anybody."
His gaze flashed to hers, and that flat, assessing expression vanished as he laughed. Squeezing her fingers, he told her, "Week's not over yet."
He said against her fragile, pedal soft skin, "You know how this goes, don't you?"
"In a general sort of way," she whispered unsteadily. She ran her hands up his arms and dug her fingers into his shoulders. "You diddle here, I suck there. Or maybe you suck, and I diddle. Or both. Couple of pats, and ten or fifteen thrusts. 'Oh baby, your so good, I can't take it,' pow, et cetera, 'let's go raid the fridge.”
He felt his lips pull into a grin, and he made himself stop. Forcing some bite into his voice, he repeated, "Ten or fifteen thrusts?"
Her body shook as she started to giggle. "Well, you know, I never really counted them. I'm usually too preoccupied with my own pow to keep track of what you're up to."


