Page 58 of Sunshine & Sinful

“Why not?” I pout, jutting out my bottom lip for show. “You’re not sore. I have other holes than my pussy and ass.”

Groaning as if he equally loves and hates the idea, Sunshine squeezes my ankle. “Kali. Stop. No.”

“Please. Maybe he’ll like it better if I suck him. Maybe that’s what he needs. How do you know if you don’t try?”

“I see what you’re doin’. It’s not gonna work.”

“Right. Like me beggin’ you to keep fuckin’ me last night until you came didn’t work?” I arch a brow.

“That was a lapse in judgment. That resulted in you bein’ outta commission.”

“Not my mouth.” I grin and point to said mouth, bouncing my eyebrows suggestively.

“Stop it.” He presses a hand down on his crotch, and I lick my lips slowly, making him watch. “I mean it,” Sunshine growls and turns his head to the side to stop looking at me.

“What if my mouth is the magical cure?” It could be. He doesn’t know if we don’t try.

“Too damn bad.” He speaks to the wall, but those hands continue to work on my feet. “We’re talkin’ about what’s wrong with him. Not tryin’ to solve his dysfunction.”

“Maybe we could. I saw you grab your balls last night. They were turning purple. Does pain work for you? Is that it? Is that what you need?” Masochism is a very real kink. There’s no shame in liking what you like. He, of all people, should know that.

“Kali. Drop it.”

“No. Have you tried?” I press.

“What?”

“Letting someone give you pain. Duh.”

“When could I have done that?” he asks, continuing to speak to the wall. “I haven’t been with anyone but you in nine years.”

“Is that what you do to yourself to get off?” You can’t tell me he doesn’t masturbate. Almost all men do. Hell, most women do, too.

“Sweets.” Sunshine sighs my name like he’s already tired of this awkward conversation. Too bad I’m not. We’re just getting started. “Please drop it.”

“No. I won’t drop it. If I had an issue getting off, you would be there, ready to try anything to make it easier for me.”

“You don’t have an issue, though. So that doesn’t count.”

This damn adorable pain-in-the-ass man.

I nudge his hip with my toes. “Colton.”

“Fine.” He throws both hands in the air, exasperated. “Yeah. I hurt him a little.”

“Then let me hurt him for you. We can experiment. See what works.” Nobody knows what the other person likes until they try. I didn’t wake up one morning knowing I could climax multiple times. It happened with research and learning my body. That’s part of the fun. The unknown. The trial and error. It’s exciting.

This is exciting.

We may have known each other for more than two decades, but we’ve never gotten to do this.

“Why?” Sunshine looks at me suspiciously out of the corner of his eye like he doesn’t know what to make of our conversation.

“Because we’re together.”

Those same suspicious eyes round in surprise. “Are we?”

“You asked me to marry you, Colton. You told Darkabout us and the proposal.” Without talking to me about it beforehand, I might add. But I won’t because it solves nothing, and it’s water under the bridge. Dark has already given his blessing for whatever insane reason, which still doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. But I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. What’s done is done.

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