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Logically, I knew she wasn’t offering sex. But erotic image after erotic image filled my head, anyway.

I opened my eyes to scowl. “I don’t want your money.”

/> She grinned engagingly. “Then how about I agree to take care of all the cat chores—feeding her, cleaning her litter box, flea treatments, and taking her to the vet—for the infinite future?”

I would’ve preferred sex. But…

I hissed out my defeat. “Just promise me you won’t get hurt.”

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Haven

I paced the hall outside Wick’s bedroom, carrying Bingley against my chest and biting away at my nails as I waited for him to finish.

This was so bizarre. He was in there, right now, jacking off. For me. I’d never asked a guy to do that before.

Honestly, I had to wonder if anyone had ever asked a guy to do that before.

Picturing him how he’d been in the shower, pumping himself with water sluicing down his muscled back and buttocks, my womb tightened and thighs tingled. Maybe I should’ve asked if I could watch—wait, no. That would be totally crossing the line.

And this wasn’t? the logical part of my brain screamed. The entire plan had a healthy level of line-crossing to it, as well as insanity and outright stupidity. But strangely, I felt committed, as if it were already too late to back out.

My pulse raced with anxiety as I—

The door to Wick’s room cracked open, and he poked only his head out, flinching when he found me loitering.

“Oh.” He flushed. “You’re…right there.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you having problems getting it up? Do you need some kind of inspiration?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m already done. I just—wait.”

“You’re already done?” I blurted. Wow. That was faster than I thought it’d take.

But he seemed fixated on my questions. “Inspiration,” he echoed. “Just what kind of inspiration would you have offered?”

Oh Lord. I rolled my eyes. He was such a guy; still determined to see my boobs, no doubt. “I would’ve found you some porn. Jesus. If you’re already done, then what exactly is the problem?”

Scowling over my peevishly asked question, he said, “What do you want me to do with the condom?”

“Oh.” I blinked. “Oh, shit. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

“Hmm,” he said dryly. “Must be a theme with you tonight.”

“Funny,” I smarted back. “Just… Wait right there. I’ll get something you can put it in.”

“That’d be nice,” he called after me before snapping his door shut.

My brain buzzed, coming up blank with ideas. After setting Bingley down to explore the apartment on her own, I dashed to the kitchen, since that’s where I’d been experimenting, and stopped in the middle of the floor to turn in a circle before I leaped forward to check a drawer, where I found a box of plastic sandwich baggies inside.

“Perfect.”

I raced back to Wick’s room and knocked on the door. He opened it just enough to stick his hand through and retrieve whatever I had to give him. After I stuffed the baggie into his palm, he retreated only to poke his head out and say, “Really?”

“Will you just put the condom in the damn bag?”

A long-suffering sigh followed. “Sure. Whatever you say, boss. This is your circus.”

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