Page 17 of Destiny

“Exactly. I can’t bear to see them go through that again.”

“Or you.”

“Nah, I’m tough.”

“Oh, yeah? Did I or did I not recently see you in a pinky frilly tutu?”

“Hey! You promised you’d never speak about that again.”

I shrug. “I lied.”

“Well, I’m just going to need to punish you for that then.”

I bite my lip and look at my wrists, which were previously tied to his bed post.

“Please do.”

“God, you’re so sexy. Oh, sorry. The girls are up. I gotta go. Bye.”

Then, the line goes dead.

Hmph. I love how good of a father he is, but I could continue our sexy banter forever. However, I also had obligations and needed to get to work at the record store. But I have one stop before that.

“Took you long enough,” Micky says after I finally pull up.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’ll only forgive you if you tell me the explicit details of your salacious evening with the sexy Italian guy.”

I roll my eyes. “His name is Marco.”

“I know. But is he not also a sexy Italian man?”

“He sure is.” My mind effortlessly wanders back to one of our many intimate moments. The sound he makes while climaxing—although usually muffled by something like a pillow—makes me weak.

“Come on! Don’t keep it all in your head. Spill!”

“Well, there may have been some bondage.”

“Hot.”

She’s leaning on the door frame, and I unlock it.

“I didn’t realize you were into that kind of thing.”

“I didn’t either. But it’s not going any further than that. Rough stuff kind of scares me.”

“There’s the vanilla Bea I love so much.”

“I am not vanilla!”

“Please . . .”

“Just because I’m not as adventurous or sexually free as you doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me.”

“I didn’t say there was. You’re just boring.” She takes off her hat, and I see that she has once again changed her hair color.

“Well, I have to take this. Is that so boring?” I take out a morning-after pill I picked up at the convenience store on the way in.

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