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“So what?”

“So who’s a better kisser? The snake or the prince? Come on Tem, you can tell me.”

“I am not answering that.”

“I’ll bet it’s the prince,” Gabriel continued as if she hadn’t said anything. “He seems like he’s got something to prove. Guys with something to prove are always better in bed. It’s like they’re grateful to be there or somethi—”

“If you say one more word I’m telling Henry what you did with Peter.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would.”

Gabriel placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Sex has changed you, Tem. You’re not the woman I used to know.”

“I haven’t had sex yet.”

Gabriel waved his fingers dismissively.

“You’ve had a cock in your mouth, Tem. Some would consider that sex.”

“Henry. And. Peter.” Tem hissed.

“Fine, fine,” Gabriel hung another flag, his lips pursed thoughtfully. “But this discussion isn’t over.”

Before Tem could protest again, Vera appeared. She shot a disapproving look at Gabriel before turning to Tem.

“Did you enjoy the Frisky Sixty, Tem? I know I did.”

Tem sighed. She was already in a foul mood and Vera was only making it worse.

“Good for you,” she said stiffly.

“The prince enjoyed it too.”

“Good for him.”

Vera wrinkled her nose, clearly wishing for more of a reaction.

“He requested me first, after all. Obviously he was eager to see me.”

“Or eager to get it over with,” Tem snapped back.

Gabriel let out a snort. Vera glared at him.

“And when did you take your turn, Tem? Rumor has it you went last.”

Of course a rumor like that would spread. Vera was probably the one spreading it.

“I may have been last,” Tem said through her teeth. “But I also stayed longer than sixty seconds.”

Vera’s face pinched.

“What?” she snapped.

Tem squared her shoulders. “The prince didn’t even want to touch the hourglass. I had to remind him to turn it over.”