Page 86 of Beyond the Hate

“I love how concerned you are about this but I’m good.”

“And the orgy porn?”

She shrugs. “I was fourteen and didn’t understand where all the parts went.”

I laugh. “Where all the parts went?”

“The porn was research. Which Lily knows very well since I told her as much when she gave me the polyamorous relationship sex talk. But she conveniently forgets whenever she wants to tease me.”

“I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when Sophia’s mom explained polyamorous relationships to you.”

“All men do,” she mutters.

“To be clear...you are perfectly fine being in a traditional male/female relationship with no need to add sexual partners?”

“This is correct.” She cups my cock and squeezes. “Now, can we move on to the next portion of our evening when you give me multiple orgasms?”

“You are a demanding little thing.”

She shrugs. “I know what I want.”

“Same, Lace, same,” I whisper before drawing her close until her chest hits mine.

She pushes against me. “Don’t you want a bed?”

“I have a lot of good memories of you and couches.” I wink.

Her eyes heat. “Same but I’m in the mood for a bed.”

“If my woman wants a bed, my woman gets a bed.”

I lift her from my lap and stand. “Lead the way.”

I follow her down the hallway to her bedroom. It’s a simple room with a bed, two dressers, and bedside tables piled with books. There is one whimsical aspect, though. The bed is a canopy.

“I didn’t expect you to have a canopy bed.”

“Darcy and Regan both had them growing up, but I wasn’t allowed to get one. When I bought my first bed, I got a canopy.” Paisley shrugs but her eyes fill with pain.

I wrap my arms around her and draw her near. “That’s the last time you mention their names when we’re in bed together. I don’t want them spoiling our time together.”

“We’re not in bed together. We’re standing next to the bed.”

“Be good or I won’t let you come.”

She sniffs. “I’ll come when I want to. Assuming you stop talking at some point.”

“Are you teasing me, Lace?” I trail my hands down her sides until I reach the hem of her t-shirt. “Lift your arms.” She does and I draw the t-shirt up her body. I throw it behind me.

She’s wearing a lacy white bra. I trace the edge of the lace with a finger. “This is pretty but I prefer it when you’re naked underneath your clothes. Fewer barriers to your skin.”

I reach around and snap open her bra. I push the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. “Better,” I murmur as I begin to knead and massage her breasts.

She arches her back to push her chest closer to me. “Do you enjoy it when I play with your pretty titties?”

“Do you need to ask?”

“I love how your breath hitches whenever I talk dirty.”

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