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“Okayyyy.” He studies my face for a few seconds, searching my eyes, before his expression loosens into a smile. “It smells delicious. I just know you have that meeting with the studio tomorrow. I didn’t think you’d have time for all this.”
“Don’t remind me.” I drop my head to his shoulder. “I hate the shit I’ve come up with. I’ve been so uninspired.”
“You’ve beenbusy.” He lifts my chin with one finger until I’m forcedto look into his eyes. “You were working onDessithe last few months. Of course it was hard to focus. They should understand.”
“I’ll just pitch them my sucky idea and tell them I’ll have something better in a few weeks, now that things have wrapped.”
“Wrapped foryou. Now I gotta score this thing. We’ll grab the last of Neevah’s studio recordings once she’s better.” Monk blows out an elongated breath that carries the same worry I feel. “Yeah, they’ve stopped production until further notice.”
“Jesus.” I close my eyes, shaken by the gravity of Neevah’s condition. “I can only imagine how terrified she is.”
“Canon too, though he tries to hide it. He’s kind of shifted to post-production, even though there’s a couple of scenes Neevah and Trey need to finish.”
“You still going to New York to work on that album?” I ask.
“Yeah, tomorrow. Sure you don’t want to come?”
“Nah, but we gotta make the most of our time before you go.” I grab his hand and lead him from the kitchen and out to the foyer, stopping at the bottom of the stairwell. “I need you to go upstairs and shower and prepare.”
“Prepare?” He quirks a brow and then drops his head and groans. “You were serious about that?”
“About butt stuff on Valentine’s Day?” I giggle. “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve already done all my preparations. I’ve left everything for you on the counter.”
“And by everything,” he says cautiously, “you mean—”
“All the things you need to clean, and get ready, yes. I know this is your first rodeo, but it’s not mine, and believe me when I say things can get messy quick.”
“Can we not…” He breathes out a laugh. “I’m doing this for you.”
“By the end of the night, you’ll be thanking me. Profusely.”
He glances at his watch. “It’s early to eat.”
“Oh, we’ll eat… after. I find that’s best.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head. “Don’t go telling your friends I did this shit.”
“Our little secret, butt buddy.” I swat his ass. “Get up there. I’m right ‘behind’ you. Get it? Behind.”
“You’re very witty today.”
“I am.”
“It’s kind of scary.”
I press my body flush to his and grab his dick through his jeans. “I’m horny, too. If you don’t get up those steps and get ready for me, I’m gonna assume you don’t need those, um, er… precautions and we’ll fuck willy-nilly.”
“No willy and no nilly.” He starts up the steps, then glances down with a frown. “Where’s your other shoe?”
“In the pool.” I wave my hand. “Long story. I’m gonna turn off all the food. You go.”
By the time the food is warming in the oven, I’m almost vibrating with anticipation. I never actually thought Monk would agree to this. One night we were playing UNO, and I proposed a wager. If he won, he could fuck me in the ass.
Spoiler alert. I would have let him do that anyway.
But if I won, we would domyversion of butt stuff. To say Monk was dismayed by my victory on a draw four is an understatement.
I’ve been with a lot of women and have the backpack of toys and supplies to show for it. I’ve had some good hetero sex, too. Don’t get me wrong. Monk is the best sex I’ve ever had. I just want to expand his horizons a little.
