Page 69 of Fit for Love

“Your turn,” I say grumpily.

He purses his lips.“Your pussy tastes like apples.Your nipples taste like hibiscus.And your mouth tastes like vanilla.”

Hmm.“They all sound like lies.”

“Does that mean you give up?”

“No.I think the nipple thing is a lie.”

“Nope,” he says.“Your mouth doesn’t taste like vanilla.”

I know he wants me to ask what itdoestaste like, so I don’t give him the satisfaction.“That was cheating,” I say instead.“My pussy doesn’t taste like apples.”

“Oh.”He walks up to me and licks his finger.“Care to put that to the test?”

If I weren’t so sore, I’d be dying to have those fingers inside me.Even as is, the proposition is too tempting.

“I’ve tasted myself before.”Granted, it’s been a while.“I didn’t taste any apples.”Then again, I do like those apple strudels they sell at the bakery near my house.And I’ve been drinking plenty of fresh-squeezed juice made from apples and carrots, so if you are what you eat…

“Does anything of mine taste like a carrot?”I ask.

He shakes his head, grinning.“But hey, taste is a very subjective experience.”

I roll my eyes.“I think I want to play something else.”

“Sore loser much?”

Loser, no.Sore—very much so.

“How about a round of ‘would you rather?’”I suggest.

He agrees, and we play that for a while.Among other things, I learn that Ashton would rather explore the deep sea than go into space, and he learns that if a time machine existed, I’d rather meet my ancestors than my descendants.

“Is it getting cooler, or is it just me?”Ashton asks after I admit that I’d rather speak like Yoda than breathe like Darth Vader.

“Yeah.”I walk up to the window and raise the makeshift curtains.“I think the sun is setting.”

Ashton leaps to his feet.“Want to go for a stroll?”

“Sure.We can play ‘I spy’ as we do.”

I enjoy circlingthe island a lot, and as it turns out, I’m much better than Ashton at “I spy.”

“My turn,” he says after it takes him five questions to zero in on the cypress tree.“I spy with my little eye something small.”

I grin.“So… not your cock?”

He chuckles.“Unlike my cock, this thing can fly.”

“Don’t sell your cock short.It made me feel like I could fly.”

“This thing can buzz too.”

I grin.“So… a tiny vibrator?”

He looks around.“How would I spythat?”

“Sheesh, touchy.You’re obviously talking about a mosquito.”

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