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“You’re incredibly fidgety tonight,” he remarked, sporting a monstrous grin.
“That’s not my doing.”
He drew his brows down.“Whose is it, then?”He just tickled whatever dial he had on that remote, which zapped her into a singing, reedy shiver.
Alle ticked a finger at him.“Need a break.Just for a bit.”
“Hm.”He tucked the blanket back around them, and started an actual movie.Science Fiction involving a stranded crew and a mad alien.Every time the tension rose, he’d have her on the edge of the seat.
Three times, he got her off with that heinous device, before he soothed her pink and plump flesh with his tongue, and then carried her to bed.
“Do I get to come along on the Black Halo cruise?”she asked as they were spooned together on the edge of sleep.It hadn’t passed her by that the majority of the CDs he’d signed earlier were destined for goody bags for participants on the trip.
“In what capacity were you thinking?”
She felt him yawn against the back of her head.
“Your personal pork sword swallower?Cock masseuse?”
He propped himself up in order to give her a kiss.“How about as my girlfriend?”he said into her ear.
His girlfriend.Wow.“Slow down there, Mr Mortensen.Are you suggesting this is more than a casual connection?”
“Okay, cock masseuse.”
She nudged her elbow into his stomach.“No.I like girlfriend.”
“Sure?”
“For definite.Boyfriend.It has a pleasing ring to it.”
It was also more commitment than she’d ever imagined she’d get out of him.Better still, he didn’t seem to mind when she rolled over and wrapped herself around him.“Night-night, Spook.”
“I’ll try not to maul you to death in your sleep.”
She kissed him in the centre of his chest.“It’s okay.I’d die happy.”
