Page 36 of Hell and High Water

Tell lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s been holding it for days.

“You have no idea how fucked up I’ve been, worrying about you. About us, too.”

“Well, next time, get here sooner and ask me!” I swat at him, pulling him into another mind-melting kiss.

It escalates, my tongue seeking his, darting between his scalding hot lips.

“Mmm… upstairs, now?” Tell manages to gasp.

“Soon. What was this training you were talking about?” I work my way around, up his jaw, nibbling his ear.

“Oh, sweet fuck, Hella…”

“Tell me…”

“Mmm. It’s a technique for clearing your head. Focusing.”

“Sounds like you could use it right now.”

“Trying. Definitely trying.”

“I think I can feel your focus too.” I grind my hips on his lap, making him arch up toward me involuntarily.

“You’re the devil,” he growls, sounding an awful lot like Gavin in his sexual frustration. “The thing is, you need to be able to calm yourself down in stressful situations.”

“Is that what you call this? And is that what you do when you swap characters, change faces?”

“Yes, actually. It helps me shift, leave my quirks behind for a time and become completely who I need to be.”

“That sounds useful. And dangerous. What if you can’t come back?” I tease, but the worry is real. Tell’s quirks are definitely psychologically abnormal. Not that I mind.

“That’s why you have to practice. Strengthen your mind.” He gasps again, sitting up straighter and schooling his features. “See? Totally calm. In control.”

“Is that why your cock is so hard and your legs are shaking?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that you’re rubbing your sweet, delicious pussy all over my lap.” He grins, clearly enjoying our little game.

“Tell me more,” I croon, pulling away and rising.

“It's a form of meditation. It helps you center yourself.”

“How do I start?” I put on a serious face.

Tell stays seated, pointing for me to sit across from him on the coffee table.

I obey. Begrudgingly.

“Find a space inside where you can go, a quiet place where you can block out sounds, sights. Kind of hiding your core.”

“I want you in my core…”

“This is never going to work with you in that towel. You’re way too distracting.”

“What do you mean? This towel?” I stand, shuffling toward the steps, letting my hips sway. “Sweet Sanctum… the ass on you, woman…”

“This ass?” I let the towel fall to the floor.

Tell chokes behind me.

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