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“You rest.” Mamba said. “I’m taking Jia back then we’ll keep digging.”
I smiled at him.
Jia walked over with a small bag and set it on the desk by my head. “I stopped and picked up a few things for you. I hope they fit. If you need anything else…”
“Thank you, my beauty.” I grinned while accepting a hug from her.
Demon and Kid wandered from the room along with Mamba and Jia. I couldn’t remember feeling so absolutely loved.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked Chelsea.
“Of course.” She pushed up to rest her head on her palm. “What’s up?”
“How was it the first time you made love with Demon?”
“Angry.”
I quirked a brow. “Angry?”
Chelsea giggled. “We were both pissed at each other. I remember, he backed away and I wanted to see how far I could push him before he lost it.”
“Damn…”
“I know.”
“Weren’t you afraid he’d hurt you?” I asked.
“I probably should have been.” She shook her head. “But no. I could tell he was dangerous, but not to me. I mean, I saw what he was capable of in that alley, but when he looked at me, there was a softness in his eyes—I don’t know how to explain it. And I don’t know where that raw urge came from to rile him. If I was being honest, I’d admit it was the best sex I’d ever had. I miss it.”
“You guys aren’t having sex?”
“It’s not the sex, not really. I love it when he body me.” She giggled. “When he throws me on the bed and grabs me by the throat. But because I’m pregnant—we’ve had to take it slow. That’s beautiful too. Why?”
“Well, Kid and I slept together, and he wasn’t gentle.” I admitted.
“Are you into that kind of—um,play?”
My cheeks flushed again as I nodded. “I thought sex had to be boring and cautious. Then he grabs a handful of my hair and I came. I thought that was a fluke—but now I’m pretty sure I love it when he’s rough with me.”
“How are you sure?”
“We did it in front of a mirror.” My cheeks flushed even more. “He made me watch. Chelsea, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Nice!”
“You’re bad!” I smacked her arm playfully. “But it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever done with a man. A part of me says I should be ashamed—but it’s a tinsy-winsy-teeny-tiny part of me.”
“You don’t regret it, do you?” Chelsea asked.
I shook my head. “Never. Being with Kid was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I want to do it again. I just—I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
“Remember the night you invited him to your show?”
“Yeah. I knew he was there, but I couldn’t look.”
Chelsea smiled. “I watched him the entire time. It was almost as if the rest of us vanished for him and I could remember thinkinghow does a man so young learn to look at a woman like that?”
“What do you mean?”
