Page 165 of Come Back to Me

I mean, my dick got hard the second she started talking about cookies.

“What’s with the net?” she asks, surprising me by changing the subject.

“It’s for his own good.”

“I’m in a dilemma,” she ultimately declares, having accepted my answer. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you heading to our spot.”

Our spot.

Hell, yes, we have a spot!

“What’s the dilemma?”

“Men are like dogs. If I train you to give me orgasms by way of an apology, that seems a little screwy.”

Someonewould be a little screwy...

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it positive reinforcement?”

“Depends,” I muse. “Orgasms are different to sex.”

“How so?”

“I don’t have to get off for you to.”

“So, in the future, if you started giving orgasms without wanting them in turn, then I could use that to know when you fucked up?”

“Technically.”

“See, that sounds dangerous.”

“For your erogenous zones, perhaps.”

She snickers. “Shut up.”

I grin at the road. “Wouldn’t be much of a conversation if I did.”

“Silence might be wise. I clearly can’t be trusted to act in my best interest. I thought we could get to know each other better. Personality speaking. Not sex organs speaking.”

She has a point.

“Cole did well last night, huh?”

“Yeah, it was a great game. Can’t wait for the season to start. I just know the Stars are going to whoop ass.”

I clear my throat when she falls silent—silence doesn’t suit her. ”How’s it going with Milord?”

“Badly. And Rocket keeps biting Callan. I don’t get how it went wrong,” she complains. “None of you wanted a dog and we did, and yours love you, and Callan and I are left out in the cold!”

“We’ll work on him later tonight.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She purses her lips. “How did you and Bast Frobisher fall out?”

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