Page 18 of Tentacles and Teeth

“You and me...is it just sex?”

The response was immediate. Her eyes flared, the purple expanding faster than I could track so that between one breath and the next they were shining twilight skies. Her tattoos lifted, shadows forming into tentacles that roiled about her.

“No.” The word left no room for negotiation.

Well. That was pretty clear. Not to mention hot as hell. I nodded slowly.

“We’ve talked about this. Why is it coming up again now?” She attempted to calm down, her tentacles settling to swirl over her skin again. Her eyes remained glowing violet and solid.

I chewed my lip, thinking. “I guess...I don’t know how Fenn changes things.”

“Between us? Not at all.”

I looked at her.

“Not at all,” she repeated firmly. “Your relationship—whatever it might be—is completely separate.”

“It really doesn’t bother you? The idea of me with Fenn?”

She snorted. “No, he’s a good guy. Not my type,” she grimaced, making me laugh, “so don’t get any ideas in that naughty head of yours. But he’s got good taste. And to be honest, I’m curious how long we can keep you coming if we work together.”

My cunt clenched, tired of being ignored, and I squirmed. Rubbing my thighs together wasn’t enough, so I darted my hand through the water. I hissed when my fingers parted my slippery folds, sliding with firm pressure on either side of my clit.

“Mmhmm, that’s my girl. You like that idea, hmm? Tell me. Tell me what you want us to do to you.”

I cupped a breast in my free hand, plumping it up and tugging at the nipple. A smile spread across my flushed face as Sid’s focus sharpened, her image in the small screen stilling except for the rapid breaths lifting her chest and her tentacles twisting behind her. I slipped a finger as deep as I could, moaning, and opened my mouth.

“First. . .”

???

Later, when I was tucked in bed, limp and satisfied, my phone chimed once again. I picked it up with a smile, unsurprised to see Sid’s name.

Every time with you is better. Even when you’re thousands of miles away.

Snuggling into the pillow, I reveled in warmth that had nothing to do with the very nice blankets the hotel provided. My fingers flew.Sweet talker. You just want me to do that thing with my tongue again.

Oh, I definitely do.

Still true, though.

Grinning, I typed out,Go console your Bwbachod. I need to sleep.

I’m going, I’m going.

Sleep well, sweet girl. Be brilliant tomorrow.

I sent a series of kissy face emojis in response and set the phone back down. I was just dozing off when my phone chimed again. Rolling over with somewhat less excitement this time, I frowned at the screen until it lit up, showing me the message. Sid again, but this time it wasn’t text, but a link. I clicked it, and Fenn’s contact information scrolled over the screen. My lips parted. The phone vibrated in my hand, another text coming through.

Whatever you want, remember? Only what you want.

No pressure. No rules.

Just pleasure.

I stared at the phone for a long minute, unable to think of what to say back. Finally, I clicked the bedside lamp on and sent back a picture of rumpled hair and pouty kissing lips. It was worth a thousand words, right?

Chapter IX

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