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Yeah… yeah, she was going to.
“Ginny, please. I’m sorry I’m being pissy, but I can’t stomach any bullshit right now.”
“All right.” She tapped her finger on the send envelope, and it was done, the message zapped into the ether. There was no going back. The rocket was launched. Her declaration made.
She cringed inwardly, anticipating retaliation, but missiles didn’t rain down from the sky, nor did the nearby conifers burst into flames.
“You done?” he asked.
Yeah, she was done.
“Does that mean you’re good to blow me now?”
If he hadn’t winked at her and given her such a goofy grin, she might have hit him in the pods.
“Pwweeze, Ginny. Please love me.”
“Hm,” she scoffed. “It isn’t love you’re after.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Nope.” She slapped her hands upon either side of his firm butt. “Just some dirty nasty stuff.”
“Do you need me to beg? ’Cause I will.”
Ginny contemplated him, looking up the length of his body. The fall of his hair masked most of his expression, but the glitter of his eyes was unmistakable. “You do realise this is a very public place. Any one of your band mates could walk past.”
“Let ’em.”
“And what if there are spy drones?”
“Spy drones,” he repeated sceptically.
“Do you really want your naked arse on international TV?”
Ash released the band holding her hair up in a messy knot, so that her dark tresses spilled around her shoulders. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He shuffled forward a bit, so that his hard-on was only an inch shy of her face. He did smell good, of salt and musk and his unique spice. Maybe showing him a little glimpse of heaven would help remind him why it was so good to be alive.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Pretty, pretty, please, Ginny.”
“Pretty, pretty, please what? You’d better give me explicit instructions.”
“Take your top off so I can look at your tits while we do this?”
Yeah, that wasn’t quite what she meant, but she couldn’t help grinning at his brazen cheek. Sod it. Why pretend this wasn’t what she wanted too? Ginny lifted her dress over her head and dropped it on the ground beside them. “That better?”
His grin broadened so that it ate up half his face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I am one lucky, lucky bastard.” He reached out and palmed her breasts until her nipples were standing proud. She wasn’t particularly blessed in that department, but Ash had never seemed to mind that fact. “So perkily perfect.”
Okay, so he was no poet, and he didn’t have Xane’s lyricism, but he made up for that in honesty. There wasn’t a thing that came out of his mouth that didn’t reflect exactly what he felt. “You’re the sexiest fucking nymph alive.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re just buttering me up.”
“Butter. No, I know that’s off limits. Bottom sex makes Ginny glower.”
Damn right. She possessed too many bad memories associated with that act. Although if Ash ever did it, he’d probably find a way to make it sweet. The thought left her curiously squirmy.
“Gin, are you going to make me beg?” he gasped, his voice all low and husky, like his vocal cords were being constricted. “I mean, I will. I’ll totally get down on my knees if that’s what it’ll take. I’ll prostate myself flat.”
