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“Damn, babe. You know how to suck a dick.” He breathlessly praised her as she stood.

With a smile, she gave him the international hold a sec signal and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. His voice followed her. “But we need to discuss what does and does not go in my body and when.”

“Well, this is me, so deal with it.” She shouted from the bathroom. “I love when you get all alpha and take charge, but that’s not going to be me all the time. Sometimes you’ll get to tie me up and do naughty things to my body, and sometimes, I get to play boss lady and you may end up with various things in various places.” Maybe that was a touch too far but fuck it.

“You didn’t seem to mind my take charge attitude when I grabbed your dick at the fights. Is that going to be a deal breaker, Killer?”

Please say no, please say no. Andy wasn’t sure if a dominant man like Thunder could handle being submissive to an extent once in a while, but she crossed her fingers waiting for his answer. She was finally regaining some of those parts of herself she loved and lost. She needed a man who could handle all of her.

“Not a deal breaker, babe. I love you in submissive mode, but I also fucking love you in badass mode, too. Not a problem at all, I’ll take you anyway I can get you, however, we need to have pre-game briefings in the future, to make sure we both get what we need and when, okay?” Yes, she fist pumped in the mirror.

“Of course.” Now that she’d gotten it out there, she needed Thunder to take charge the rest of the night.

When she re-entered the room, the sexy as fuck man was lying on her bed, no pants, still wearing his shirt and cut, with his arms folded behind his head and she burst out laughing at the sight.

“What’s so funny?” She could hear in his voice that he was still in a bliss-induced stupor.

“You…” she managed to eke out around her peals of laughter. “You’re… Poohing it. Oh my God, I’m going to pee my pants. Yo… Pooh bear… where’s Tigger?” Andy couldn’t catch her breath.

Thunder stood and took off the shirt and cut, but she couldn’t stop laughing. He stormed toward her, his dick already getting hard again. As he ripped her shirt over her head, he spoke with humor and heat. “First, do not pee yourself. I am into a lot of things, but that’s not one of them.”

He picked her up under her arms and tossed her on the bed with a bounce before ripping her pants and underwear down. “Second, this Pooh bear needs a smackerel of his honey.”

With that, he fell to his knees, grabbed hers, and slid her to his mouth. Her laughter died an instant death the second his hot and talented tongue thrust into her only to retreat again and again.

“Oh, God.”

Thunder didn’t just enjoy it, he seemed to crave it and that had her levitating off the bed. His enormous hands tightened. His fingers dug into her thigh. While the other hand weighed her stomach down so she could do nothing more than lie there and take any pleasure he saw fit to give her.

Andy had always enjoyed oral, giving and receiving. But holy shit, this man made an art form of it. Enjoyed was too pedestrian a word.

“Nick. Nick. Nick,” she chanted his name as she climbed higher and higher.

Thunder seemed revved up by her pleasure. He latched his teeth onto her clit—harshly enough to make a point, but soft enough not to cause pain. He gritted out, “Fucking come, already.”

It was as if his words held the power of compulsion over her and Andy’s body began to grasp at the fingers he’d thrust inside her as she had a back-cracking level orgasm.

When she finally landed back on Earth, she was tucked under the covers and held against Thunder’s body lovingly. She was exhausted. “Dicked dumb and tongued tired,” she murmured as she burrowed deeper into him.

“Excuse me, babe, what was that?”

She was mortified he’d heard her. “Oh my god, nothing.”

She tried to roll over, but Thunder wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily. Of course, not.

“Oh, hell no. You do not get to say dicked and expect me to just let that go.” Thunder rolled over on top of her and stared at her.

Andy threw her hands over her eyes and wanted to die of embarrassment. Thunder dropped on one elbow and gently pulled her hands away. He raised an eyebrow in question. “Fine. Lexi pointed out that you dicked me dumb before, and now you’ve tongued me into a coma, okay. Are you happy now?”

Thunder dropped a kiss on her nose, rolled off of her with a satisfied smile, and answered, “Hell yeah, I am.”

And that was the end of that conversation. Forever. Andy would sooner cut out her tongue than revisit that. How fucking embarrassing.

She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Even though she found it sexy as fuck. “So, what is this ol’ lady business?” That ought to do it.

If it were possible, his look turned even more smug. “The ol’ lady business is, I’ve got a magic cock and landed the hottest ol’ lady because of it.”

Turning into him, she smacked his chest. “Be serious.”

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