Page 96 of Wicked Sin

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Luke

I wakeup the next morning under a warm, sweet-smelling woman. Taylor is draped on top of me, and I close my eyes again.

This is fucking magical.

We have a lot of work to do to get to a good, healthy place with kink, but fuck if I’m not loving the challenge.

It’s a good distraction from the threats of the outside world.

From a case rolling on without me, from political drama ramping up.

Hopefully, none of that will touch us today.

She stirs, then climbs off me.

I reach for her and she giggles. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappears into the washroom, and I listen to distant sounds. The toilet flushes. Water runs in the sink. Then she’s brushing her teeth—cute—and the water runs again.

“We have an important conversation to have about dirty, dirty words.”

“Oh. So, we’re going to do this now?”

“No time like the present. The sooner we hash out the details, the sooner you can come and find me being a pervert in the dark again. That was fucking hot.”

“Okay.” But she doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t lead, and I don’t want to be guessing here.

I nuzzle her neck and kiss her jaw. “This is a safe space—”

“He says as he pins me to the bed.”

“You like it.”

“I love it.”

“So as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, this is a safe space. You can cry—”

She grins. “Mmm. I think you’d like that.”

“Shut your sweet little mouth for a second, please.”

“Shutting.”

“You can cry. You can take ten. You can change your mind. You can be unsure. Literally, anything is okay. All I ask is that you do your damnedest to be honest with me.”

“Can we start with something a little easier?”

“Than honesty?” I laugh. “You’re cute.”

“I’m stunning. Cute is for girls who can’t afford the best plastic surgeons in the country.”

“I don’t believe you can afford them right now.”

She looks horrified. “Now you can shutyoursweet little mouth, Detective. That is a temporary situation.”

“I’m sure it is. Focus.”

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