Page 63 of Start With A Slap

“Because everything about me just screams ‘hooking my way through college’.”

“In my defense, I did think you were the prettiest one they’d ever sent.”

Was that a blush? She opened a roll, slathered it with jam, licked her finger and watched a tour boat go by. “What do you—” She bit her lip.

Sever waited as she gathered her courage.

“What do you do with them?” She looked down at her roll. “The... the girls?”

Carefully, he considered his answer. “Not a single thing I’ve done with you.”

Ivy frowned. “Wait, you don’t?—?”

“Last time I kissed a woman was the last time I had intercourse.”

“You’re...” She blinked several times. “You’re kidding me.”

“Why would I kid about that?”

“But — eight years? Why?”

He shrugged. “High standards.”

She stared at him.

“Mr. Mark?” Another knock at the door. “The young lady’s luggage has arrived.”

“Yeah, thanks, Vik.” Sever popped a muffin tuft into his mouth, and noticed that Ivy was still staring. “What?”

She shook her head, brow creasing in confusion, and averted her gaze to her uneaten roll.

“A billion pennies for your thoughts,” he said.

“You’re the mind reader. You tell me.”

He touched two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes. “You want me to spread strawberry jam all over your spot and lick it off.” He clucked his tongue. “Naughty, naughty.”

She snorted. “You’re way off base.”

“But now it’s all you can think about, yeah?”

“Sever. I just showered. I’ve lost my voice. I’m sore. I don’t have any fluids left!” She backed up as he crawled after her with the jam jar. “Don’t make me all sticky and nasty again!”

“See, all I hear is ‘Sever, make me sticky and nasty’... ‘n something about being showered with fluids.” Looming over her, he daubed her lower lip with jam.

Giving in as he licked her lip, she touched his ears and eskimo-kissed him. “This is the last time.”

She was wrong about that, of course, but he let her believe it.

With his pinky, he slid open her robe, exposing her breasts. He started with her pebbled nipples, touching each with jam, then sucking them clean until she squirmed and cried for mercy. “Too sensitive!”

“Not my fault you wanted me to pluck and nibble them all night,” he said, giving them soft goodbye kisses. “I was only obeying your every demand.”

“That was then. This is now,” she said as he casually circled jam around her belly button.

“I’m your boss here, you know. Do well to remember that.”

“I quit,” she said, butquitwas no more than a breath when she was interrupted by his tongue.

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