Page 60 of Consummation

Twenty

Josh

“God, I thought she’d never leave,” I say, pulling Kat away from the door and onto my lap on a nearby couch.

“You were pretty rude to her just now,” Kat says, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her forehead against mine.

“Fuck Bridgette. I couldn’t wait to be alone with you.” I press my nose against Kat’s until she appears to have one big, blue eye. “Mike Wazowski,” I say.

Kat giggles.

“I can’t believe youpaidher to fuck you,” I say. “You’re a savage beast, Kat.”

“She said I had to pay her money as ‘collateral’ to ensure I’d actually go through with it.”

“How much did you pay her?” I ask.

Kat tells me the number with wide eyes like it’s some astronomical sum, and I can barely keep from laughing.

“Babe, Bridgette earns that amount of money perminuteas a model.”

“Oh.”

“Clearly, she didn’t come here for the money. In fact, I’m one hundred percent sure she would have paidyoufor the pleasure of fucking you. Anyone would. Just look at you. You’re a fucking unicorn.” I stroke her hair. “A kinky little unicorn.” I bite her naked shoulder and she squeals.

“I didn’t even know I wasthatkinky, to be honest,” Kat says. “I thought I’d chicken out after second base, just like I did in college.”

“Well, hot damn, you certainly didn’t chicken out tonight, baby. You rounded third like a pro and slid headfirst right into home.”

Kat giggles. “I guess you bring out the sick fuck in me, Playboy.”

“Oh no, don’t you dare pin your sick-fuckeduppedness on me. You out sick-fucked me by a long mile tonight, baby. I’m the one who said ‘no pussy’ and youbeggedme to let her keep eating you.”

Kat grins gleefully. “Oh, yeah. I did, didn’t I?”

“You sure did.”

We share a smile.

“I almost passed out at one point. I was seeing pink and yellow flashes of light.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Do you think it’s safe for the kumquat for you to come that hard? Maybe we should be taking it easy?”

“No, the doctor said sex and orgasms are fine. I’m just not allowed to sit on a jet engine, that’s the only limitation.”

“You asked the doctor if you could ride your Sybian?” I chuckle. “Oh, Jesus. I can only imagine the dinner conversation your poor doctor had that night with her husband when he asked about her day.”

We both laugh.

“You know she was Googling that shit the minute you left her office,” I add.

“Probably.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, Kat.”

“Oh, Kat,” she agrees.

“Sorry you can’t ride your toy for a while.”

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