Page 22 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

Jack brushes his soft fingers across my cheek, turning me back to him. He presses a sweet kiss to my nose and tells me. “Anything you don’t want to do, we won’t do.”

“I know.”

“Tell me the magic word, Lily. What do I need to know to stop?”

His fingers spread and swirl and I gasp before I can think of a word. Arching against him, I want more.

But he’s toying with me.

Waiting.

The word I manage is breathy, almost a gasp itself. “Carrots.”

He chuckles, “Carrots?”

I nod, wanting to ride his fingers, even though I know he won’t let me. “Yes.”

“Do you want to use your magic word, Lily?”

“No,” the word ends with a gasp when he spreads his fingers inside me and slides them out of me.

He sucks my wetness from his fur and offers me a wicked smile. “Good girl. Don’t forget.”

I won’t.

He smiles as if he heard my thoughts, and maybe he did.

But that plinth beneath me moves, rearranging like it’s a hand from the dark below. I wind up on my back, served up to Jack’s mouth.

And when he pulls me to him, I can’t help but arch against his mouth. Eyes wide from the force of his tongue, I catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye. Calico’s head between Minx’s thighs.

I hope Minx feels at least half as good as I do right now.

Someday I’ll share Jack with them, if he’ll let me… if they’ll share each other with me. But right now, he’s mine alone.

Jack doesn’t waste his time with me.

I force myself to be gentle as I take hold of his ears. I want to pull him closer, I want to take control and grind against him. But this audience makes me think twice.

With the fever burning through me, I don’t think I’d last ten seconds if I had.

I don’t last long as it is.

I cry out his name, shaking under his final licks.

“What does she taste like?” Lako’s lips fairly smack as her pupils go so wide her eyes look black.

Jack shakes his head against me. “That is a secret you won’t learn. I won’t let you tear her up with that evil tongue.”

She pouts, but doesn’t push.

He kisses his way up my body, drawing me up to sitting and I shiver as the cool air around me caresses my back.

“Come take your prize, wife.”

He slips his hand in mine and raises it, holding me steady as I climb up onto his throne.

It takes a bare moment to straddle him, to slide down his length—as far as I can go—and fill myself with him again.

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