Page 37 of Rousing Renee

“I mean, the important part was done.” I shrugged.

“Nooooo. The stove being off and you being safe was more important.”

“That’s what you’re for.” I winked and gave him my angelic face. A sweet smile with my hands layered beneath my chin, then I drew a circle above my head to represent my halo. “Total angel. Certified.”

“Didn’t we discuss how we won’t lie to one another?” he asked with a serious face.

I gasped, and he burst out laughing.

“But seriously. Turn the stove off when you’re done. Otherwise, you did really good, babygirl.”

#DayMade

What movie? I was too busy making out with Ezra to pay attention to it.

“How good are your storytelling skills?” he asked while taking off his shirt.

Struck stupid, I stared.

“Answer.”

“What was the question?” I pretended to wipe drool from my mouth.

“How good are your storytelling skills?”

“Decent enough.”

“Let’s test it. Safeword?” he asked.

“Monopoly,” I said seriously.

He snorted and nodded.

He pulled me to the edge of the couch and removed my denim shorts and shirt. My panties came next, and he put his t-shirt down for me to sit on. My panties went into his pocket.

“Creeper” I joked.

“That’s debatable.”

I sat with my bra on and nothing else.

“Legs open.”

I did and waited.

“Tell me what’s happening on the screen.”

“Are you not watching?” I asked him.

“Do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His head lowered between my legs, and I felt his tongue part my folds.

“Oh…” I closed my eyes, approving this message.

“TV,” he said before going back to it.

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