Page 37 of Lucky Night

You. Slap.

Are. Another slap.

Obsessed.

She tries to slap him again but he grabs her hand and bites it. Grabs her other hand and pulls her back down. Kisses her laughing mouth.

So she knows about his devious anal scheming. And he thought he was being so subtle.

Why can’t we try it?

We have!

Don’t stop moving. Oh Jesus, Jenny, that’s…I think you want it more than you realize.

She only laughs.

I’m serious. Your asshole is always so clean. Isn’t that sending mixed signals?

No, Nick. It’s sending the unmixed signal that I know how to clean my own asshole.

Okay, but—

Fine, she says. We’ll do it. But you go first. I’ll fuck you in the ass, then you can fuckme.

He’s not one hundred percent opposed. What would you use?

We’ll find something. She looks around the room. What about the bottle of baby oil you always bring with you?

She knows about the baby oil!

He pulls her down again and kisses her irresistible, teasing mouth. You’re really something, you know that?

I do know that, she says. And you’re really—

The smoke detector shrieks.

She gasps.

There’s a blast of static, then a screech that makes them cover their ears.

She looks down at him, eyes wide. What the—

There’s another explosion of static. A garble of voices.

Stand by!says a voice.Thisis—

They’re both sitting up now, staring at the ceiling.

More screeching. Then a voice cries:That ain’t right!

They gotta know—not cool, man! Not—

There’s a final, earsplitting blast of static.

Then silence.

Nick, she whispers.

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