Page 46 of Dr. Bad Boy

I reach over and pull it open, revealing an under-the-sink garbage container. “Ah.”

She leans back against me, tentatively at first before she wiggles in more deliberately. She’s staring down at the bowl, hard at work, and I almost miss what she says.

Almost.

“I have no plans to run away from you, Max.” Her words are quiet, but they’re also solemn, and they get under my skin, where the teasing just skittered across the surface.

“I think that’s enough,” I say, kind of roughly. “We’ve got enough seeds, I mean.”

We scoop them from the bottom of the bowl into a smaller ceramic dish, our fingers tangling as we flick the white bits into the garbage, then scoop again.

Violet picks up a seed and turns in the circle of my arms, offering it to me, her fingers warm against my lips.

“Yummy?” she asks.

She has no idea.

I pick her up and she gasps, clutching the bowl between us. “Put me down.”

I laugh and carry her to the couch, where I settle her in my lap.

“You get another little jewel for that caveman routine,” she whispers. This time I suck her fingers into my mouth along with the fruit.

Then it’s her turn to try it. Her little groan of appreciation goes straight to my balls.

I feed her another, and another, but then I start denying her. I hold her hands behind her back with one hand and swing the bowl away from her with the other.

I burst a seed against her lips, then lick away the red juice before she gets a taste.

When I release her, she grabs the bowl back and mock-glowers at me. “You’re teasing me.”

“Maybe.”

“That’s cruel.”

“Definitely.”

Her lips part and her cheeks turn pink as she holds it out again, suddenly the perfect submissive. “May I have some more?”

“Dangerous territory,” I whisper, sliding another juicy seed over her lips and into her hot, ready mouth.

“I know.” Her lips move as she swallows, then she reaches for the bowl. “You should try some.”

“I already did.”

“The juice is so good.”

Everything coming out of her mouth now becomes filthy in my mind. I shake my head, needing to get the afternoon back on track. “That’s enough fruit, maybe. We’re supposed to be negotiating terms.”

She smirks at me. “Next you’ll be asking me to draw up a contract.”

The thought of all that I could put in a contract makes my blood heat up. “I’d like that.”

“It wouldn’t be legally binding.” A frown flickers between her eyebrows, just for a second, but then she forces it away.

I nod, acknowledging her point. “On the other hand, it’s language we both understand.” And it would be a commitment of sorts to her that I’d keep her safe. “There’s something about having it down in black and white. No room for confusion or doubt.”

She flicks her gaze down to the bowl of pomegranate seeds. Her lips plump as she searches for just the right one, then she pops it into her mouth with a satisfied hum that I want to hear around my cock. Filling the air as I bite my way up her thighs.

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