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“—a wookie.” She giggled.
“—a sad son of a bitch was what I was going to say.”
“Well, youarepretty furry.” She rubbed at his beard. It was a beard, and not just a bit of sexy scruff despite what he might imagine.
“Do you hate it?” he asked earnestly.
Ginny tipped her head from side to side as if considering. “Ash, you idiot, there’s not a single thing about you that I hate.”
“You hate it,” he confirmed.
She rolled her eyes. “Visually, I prefer you without. But, I reserve final judgement until I’ve felt it against my lady bits.”
Ash stroked his hand over his beard growth. “Are you suggesting you want to get pussy juice in my fur? I thought the next task involved stockings.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to get your beard wet?”
Humour flicked through his eyes. “Sorry, whose beard are we talking about?”
Ginny flicked a finger against his chest. “Pfft! I’m baby smooth.”
His gaze briefly dropped to the apex of her thighs. “Yes, yes you are, aren’t you? He jiggled her against his hard-on again. Ginny felt him swell.
“Feels so good.”
There was no denying the truth of that. She leaned forward, meaning only to briefly kiss his lips, but Ash clung onto her and refused to let go until their tongues had done some serious sparring. It was she who stopped him, when his kisses progressed down the side of her throat, and his fingers started seeking passage beneath her corset. “I’m all yours, Ash, but only after you’ve earned it. Three tasks first.”
“Spoilsport.”
Maybe in the short term, but long term he’d hopefully thank her. “Seriously, you don’t want to go getting a black mark for being naughty, now do you?”
He actually considered. “What happens if I do? Do I have to forfeit watching Danger Mouse for a week?”
“Ash.” She scurried out of reach and threw one of the balled-up stockings at him. “Just do the task. And by the way, the timer resets at midnight.”
“You’re no fun at all.” He retrieved both fishnet stockings. “Fine, let’s do this. You sit your dainty butt back up there.”
Ginny resumed her former perch upon the bed. “Just remember, no twists or tears.”
He nodded. “Babe, I’m going to ace this. Just get ready to be pounded.”
“My rules, tiger. I get to decide when the pounding happens, and I reckon three completed tasks is the minimum required to earn a shag.”
He cast her some serious side-eye from under his fringe, made a noise low down in his throat, then plastered on a beatific grin. “Okay. Fine. Right foot, please. Not that I see how shagging has anything to do with fixing me.”
It might shore up his mental reserves, and restore his self-esteem.
Ginny held her foot up and let him work on his task. The key was to gather the stocking up so that you could slip on the toe part, and then gradually pull the rest up the leg without snagging your fingers in the holes. The pair he was working with were at least fairly finely woven. Some of her others had larger holes and were a real bugger to put on even if you were well practised.
Ash managed to secure a fairly speedy victory with the first stocking. He grinned smugly at her as he clipped the top of the stocking to her suspenders. He attacked the second with too much cocky zeal, and hit a snag halfway up when he got the nylon twisted, and then put his fingers through the holes right after he’d straightened it out. The result was a ten-inch ladder.
“Shit!”
“Oh no, such bad luck. Looks as if nookie is off the agenda.” She crossed her legs.
Ash pulled at her knees until he was able to wriggle between her thighs again. “We’re not done yet. There were boxes for up to five challenges a day on your chart, and you said passing three of them would get me laid. That means I just need to secure victories on two of the remaining three.”
“I wasn’t going to give you five every day, and definitely not today. I thought I’d break you in gently.”
