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I kiss him on the nose.

“And that biting thing…”

“Yeah?” I smile.

“Yeah,” he says. “And that wet finger thing.”

I narrow my eyes. “What wet finger thing?”

“You know. The touch.”

I furrow my brow, trying to think what he means.

“When you lightly touched my asshole with your wet finger? It was…hot.”

I frown. God, was I in that much of a fugue state? “I wasn’t doing anything like that.”

“You just touched it, really lightly.”

I study his eyes, trying to figure out if he’s joking or what. That’s when Smuckers jumps up and runs over the back of the couch, looking down at us, tail wagging, tongue hanging out. “Oh…” I say.

“What? What’s wrong?” He follows the direction of my gaze, and a look of horror comes over him.

Horror.

I snort and smash my face to his chest.

“So not funny,” he says.

“It’s a little funny,” I say into the sweaty pillow of muscle on his chest.

“Go away, Smuckers!”

I’m just laughing. “I honestly don’t know if that clinches your Most Eligible Bastard status or destroys it,” I say.

“Don’t even,” he says, rolling on top of me, caging me.

I snort. “And to think I imagined you didn’t like dogs.”

“That has to be the last joke you make about that.” He leans down, biceps bulging.

I frown. “The last? Isn’t that a little extreme?”

He kisses my neck. “I mean it. Or I might retaliate in the most excruciating way.”

“I might like it,” I say. “But okay. Last joke.”

Twenty-Six

Henry

It’safter seven by the time we sit down to eat. I pour more wine and watch Vicky pick up her fork.

“You think the sauce survived?” she asks.

“I know it did.” I set down the bottle and stand behind her, rest my hands over her shoulders. “I think you’re going to be pleasantly surprised with this dish.”

She looks up at me. “You just think you’re Mr. Awesome.”

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