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“I like Emaline more.”

“I like Emmerz the most,” she sweetly coos.

“More than Teach?”

Whimpers hit my ears giving me the answer long before her mouth can even consider moving. “Second most.”

Smirking precedes me announcing, “We can head back if that’s what you want.”

“You’re what I want, H.”

Not groaning is impossible.

“Ohmygod!” Her fingers frantically scramble to cover her mouth. “IcantbelieveIjustsaidthatoutloud!” There isn’t time to consider responding courtesy of her continued, muffled croaking. “Whatiswrongwithme?!” Yet again without letting me say anything, she drops her hand and huffs, “That was so crass! So blunt! So-”

“Honest,” I state at the same time I crane my face towards her.

“Too…um…honest?”

“Honesty,” abandoning Emmerz’s hand is done to cup her face, “is highly underrated,” my fingers dig themselves into the side of her neck, “remember, Teach?” Whatever little amount of breath she’s holding onto vanishes. “You want me?” Feathering her mouth with mine has her effortlessly shutting her eyes. “You can have me.” A light bite is taken of her bottom lip. “Whenever.”

“Even now?”

The combination of her lack of hesitation and choppy breathing has me hungrily smirking. “What’d you have in mind?”

Her hand inches across my crotch, wordlessly giving me a clue.

But not enough of one.

Because that could be anything.

Wanting my dick is pretty vague.

She can have the shit.

However she wants it.

I just don’t wanna whip it out for a ride when all she wanted was a quick look at the hardware.

Fuck, I hope she wants more than that.

Emmerz’s eyes suddenly open as her jaw bobs, unable to release a sound.

“You want me to decide, don’t you?”

There’s hesitation.

Shallow nodding.

I tighten my grip.

Keep her attention.

Focus.

“You like when I give you directions?”

Again.