Page 33 of Beau Pair
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It shouldn’t, but it takes me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to react this way. I expected him to walk away. No. Run away. Storm out of the room. Out of the house even.
“Wanna…” he says, and his tongue settles on the right edge of his mouth, “make one bad idea into two?”
I nod.
Again fast. Too fast. Too eager.
But it doesn’t matter. I don’t have time to scold myself.
Because his face presses against my crotch, his tongue over the fabric, and all I can do is stand still and groan like an idiot.
A horny idiot.
But an idiot, nonetheless.
