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“I get that. Thank you for trusting me with this. I hope you know it goes without saying that your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.”

“So, can I give you your birthday blowjob now?”

Chapter Eight

Justin

Duh.

I winked at her as I finished the last of my chocolate shake. “How did you know that’s what I wished for when I blew out my candles?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, you didn’t. You probably wished for world peace or the end of poverty.”

“I’m altruistic and everything, but I’m pretty selfish when it comes to birthday wishes.” I came around the corner and wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’re my birthday wish.”

The panicked look on her face told me I needed to cool it with the relationship talk, so I quickly added, “I mean, being able to get naked with you.”

“I have questions.”

I wasn’t surprised, so I replied, “Shoot.”

“Do you sleep with your prosthetics on?”

“No. That’s why it took so long for me to answer the door.”

“Do any of your past partners know?”

“Just my out-of-town hookups. The ones who didn’t know my last name.”

“Have you ever had sex with them off.”

“God, no. Only medical staff have seen me without them on.”

“I want to see you with them off.”

I shook my head. “Ain’t happenin’ unless you’re sleeping over.” I lifted my brows at her. “Are you spending the night?”

“I can’t. I have a dog.”

“Bring it with you next time.”

“Her—she’s a girl. Dora the Exploring Beagle.”

“Clever.” My hand slipped under her thin pajama top, and I traced lines up and down her spine. “But seriously, bring her with you next time.”

She took a deep breath, like she was summoning courage before she looked up at me and murmured, “Okay. Or you could come to my house.”

“I could. Although that will take a little planning. I have a creeper for when I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

Kristy stifled a laugh, and I stopped stroking her back and snarled, “What’s so funny about that?”

Her hand came up to caress my cheek, like she was trying to soothe my ire. “Nothing! Just the name creeper. It’s like from a Scooby Doo episode or something.” She mimicked the monster in the cartoon. “Creeeperrrr.”

I laughed at her impression. “I know, but that’s what they call it.”

She rubbed my semi over my pants, and as it grew in her hands, she purred, “And what do they call this?”