Page 33 of The Pleasure Contract

“It is when it sneaks up on you like some kind of penis-ninja! Like… give a girl some warning, please!”

I shift in my chair – obviously uncomfortable under the weight of my massive Xaviann dong. “You do know that it was your mind that undressed my poor unsuspecting Permission, right?”

Lois points a finger right in my face. “Don’t,” she warns. And Goddess-damn it, I want to nip at that perfect little human finger. Just a little bit. No fang.

Well… maybe a hint of fang.

I’m not perfect.

“It was just all too weird for me, ok? And I’ve had hardly any sleep when all I really wanted was to just…”

I say nothing, waiting.

She says nothing, either.

That is, until a frustrated grumble comes out of her mouth, and she beckons her personal comms unit, ‘DJ’, forward. “I’ve been up all night drafting a contract between you and me because I thought… Well, you guys don’t do any of this kind of stuff without a contract and-”

‘DJ’ projects her contract in front of us.

I don’t even look at it.

With my eyes still on Lois, I lift my hand, feeling the electronic contract give a little against my palm with a soft buzz. “Agreed,” I say swiftly.

She blinks at me adorably. “Did you just… did you just sign a contract without even reading it?”

“Yeah.” Whatever the fuck she wants me for, she can have it.

“But… You don’t know what I’ve written in there. I could have asked for all your wealth and titles! I could have asked for your first-born! I could have demanded you dance the funky-chicken on the back of your drak, for God’s sake, Az! Are you insane?!”

I shrug, mentally tucking away a note to myself about researching the funky-chicken – whatever that is. “Are any of those things in there?”

“No, but-” she stumbles a little over her words, her cheeks growing even more pink.

“Well,” I say, plucking a berry from her plate. Leaning forward, I offer it up to her bite-swollen lips. “Want to tell me what I’ve just signed up for, little Lois?”

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Lois

This man is certifiably insane.

He looked me dead in the eye, not a single glance in the direction of a contract that very much involves him – and just signed it.

I could have put anything in there.

But he signed it anyway.

No hesitation.

And with really intense eye contact.

… It was kind of hot, not gonna lie.

“Well,” I start, my tongue suddenly feeling thick and heavy in my mouth. “I really need to concentrate on winning over Senator Glex while we’re at the Capital. And… certain things are becoming a bit of a distraction, so I thought this would be the simplest way to just… get it out of our systems, and-” I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an annoyed little huff, “I really wish you would have just read the thing so I wouldn’t have to say this out loud, but-”

I shift in my seat, balling up the linen napkin on my lap, only to smooth it out again.

“But…” Az urges, gesturing in a circular forward motion with his big hand for me to keep going.