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Because…what if I’m bad at it!? I’m rusty as hell. I can’t even remember the last time I gave a blow job!

Greer

It’s like riding a bike. Just hop on and let your muscle memory take control

Kira

This isn’t funny

Greer

It kind of is

Kira

Remind me one more time about your secret move… Do I suck the head while twisting my hands, or is it more of a whole shaft swallow…

Greer

Sorry, no time to tutor you. I have to give Evie her medicine

Kira

Greer, PLEASE, I’m begging you!

Greer

Maybe you’ll think about that next time you tune me out while I’m giving you sisterly advice

GOOD LUCK!

Kira

I hate you

Greer

No, you don’t. Have fun and be safe!

I roll my eyes and shove my phone back in my purse. Looks like I’m doing this all on my own tonight. I freshen up, squeezing a dab of toothpaste onto my finger to brush my teeth before touching up my makeup. As I smooth on a fresh coat of lip gloss, a new plan begins to take shape.

Maybe it’d help my nerves to take a more offensive approach?

When I step outside, I find him settled comfortably on the loveseat, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a martini in the other. He looks completely at ease, one ankle resting over his knee.

“Your martini⁠—”

Before I can lose my nerve, I pluck the martini from his hand and toss it back in a single swallow, then set the empty glass onto the table with a decisive clink.

“Take off your shirt,” I order, my voice low and clipped, slipping effortlessly into my Demonatrix persona and her predatory, man-eating confidence. “And get on your knees.”

His eyes flicker with a mixture of humor and excitement as his lips curl into a wicked grin. “I like the enthusiasm…” And to my surprise, he doesn’t argue. Instead, he slowly unbuttons his shirt as he drops down to his knees. His brown eyes stare up at me in challenge as he eagerly awaits his next instruction.

Holy shit, the body on this man. His sculpted muscles ripple beneath his golden skin, the visual nearly making my knees buckle. His eyes lock on mine, like he’s staring into the depths of my soul. That fluttery feeling in my belly starts to creep its way up my chest, and I have to close my eyes to force it back down.

Men like this only exist to break your heart, I remind myself. Keep your walls up and stay in control.

I steady myself with a slow breath, then trace the sharp point of my red nail beneath his chin, never letting my gaze leave his. “Tonight you belong to me. You will do exactly as I say and only touch me when I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?”