I like people like this. Throw them some money and they're happy. The relationship is a simple exchange.
The little riddle wrapped in a blanket in my bathroom was never going to bethis simple for me.
The door locks behind him, and an instant later Milly walks out, wrapped in ribbons like the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.
That anyone’s ever had.
“We can’t do this,” I manage to tell her. But I don’t believe it either. “Miss Wells, we really shouldn’t go any further.”
“You just ate my pussy. You can drop the Miss Wells and call me Milly.”
“Milly. Milly. Milly. You need a firm hand. Just my fucking luck, I’m fresh out.”
“You won’t need them tonight.”
Who am I kidding? I tasted her. I can't go a week.
But neither can she.