Page 99 of Fool Me

“Right before I moved—everything was clear.”

“Same. And I’m on birth control.” She rocks against me, dragging her center over my hard cock.

This is a serious conversation and maybe I should stop her, but just talking about it is turning me on. “What’s off limits?’ I ask.

“Nothing public. What we did in the barrel room was fine, but nothing where we could realistically get caught.”

Yeah, I’m not interested in that either.

“Anything else?”

“Just check in with me first. I’m open to trying things, but don’t surprise me with knife play or anything.”

That makes me chuckle because it’s so random and not all where my mind was heading. “What parts of you can I take, Harlowe?”

“Oh.” She blushes. “Anything, just with prep.” She’s so damn cute the way she says it, nose scrunched like it’s a question.

“Are you shy about anal?”

“Maybe? I just want to enjoy it.”

“Fuck, darling. You’ll come for me every fucking time. Anything we do, even if it’s me taking you when you don’t expect it—I’ll always make sure you enjoy it. Otherwise, what the hell are we doing this for?”

“What about you? Does this apply to you too? If I want something, can I take it?”

“Fucking yes!” I practically scream, my newgood boykink sitting up and taking notice.

“Any limits?”

“Please don’t flog me. I’m not into pain.”

“Got it. Anything else?” She raises an eyebrow, asking silently.

“Are you asking me about butt stuff?”

She tries to hide her face in my chest, but I hook a finger under her chin. “I’m up here, darling.”

“Would you let me?”

I think about it for a second and that’s all it takes because I trust she wants to make me feel good as much as I want to make her feel good. “Same rules apply. If you make sure I’m prepped, it’s on the table.”

“Do we need a safe word?”

I nod. “That’s the only way I’ll do any of this with you.”

“Donkey,” she tries.

“Nope.”

Her lips push out in a dramatic pout.

“Just, no.”

“Fireworks,” she says more seriously this time.

“I can work with that.”

My phone rings from the small pouf-y thing she’s got next to her bed. I frown at the caller ID.

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