Page 141 of Hide and Keep

“That’s not what it looked like the other day when your panties were drenched.”

I choke out a garbled version of “Well,” then rip my hands from his hold to rub at my throat to clear my airway. “They’re not now.”

Crue’s gaze drops briefly before returning to mine. “No?”

“No,” I lie.

“You still sick?”

All I can do is frown.

“Your pussy, it’s not still… Have you been using your medicine? Eating your yogurt?”

“Yogurt?”

“I read it was good for your pussy.”

That’s why I’ve been eating it every morning?

“I’m…fine.” I never even needed that cream. Or that disgusting plain yogurt.

“Then how ’bout I check to make sure?”

“If I still have a yeast infection?”

“If you’re wet. For me.”

“What if it’s forhim?” I point in a random direction, not even sure where Mallory is now. Not even caring.

Despite the fire in his eyes, Crue shrugs. “He’ll never get the chance to enjoy it.”

“Why not? A privileged prick like him wouldn’t derail my future. That was your stipulation, right? As long as the dick—”

“As long as the dick…is mine. That’s my new stipulation.”

The guy from Hide and Keep, Major Danger, locked me in a bathroom with him and is telling me that not only can I fuck him, I canonlyfuck him.

I’ve dreamed about that exact scenario, but not this one. Not the one where he’s being paid to be around me.

Another push to Crue’s shoulder, this one much harder, only gives me a few inches of space, but he gives them to me, standing to his full height again.

We hold each other’s eyes for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds.

“I need my hair done, you’ll style it.”

Crue gives a curt nod.

“I want to stunt, you’ll be my base.”

He crosses his arms. “Correct.”

“I’m anxious, you’ll wear my amethyst bracelet.”

I reach for it, but he backs up.

“I have an itch, you’ll scratch it.”

Crue frowns as he unfolds his arms. “I thought you said you were using the medication.”

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