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“I start by playing with my nipples.”

He hadn’t handled her breasts much, and it was an oversight he regretted. As stunning as her tits had been the moment her finally saw her naked chest, catching sight of the massive knife wound on her side had shifted his priorities.

Thinking about the injury was reminder that she was keeping secrets.

And maybe it was time to push her to tell the truth.

“Then I put in the plug,” she breathed, voice soft and confessional.

Then again, maybe the truth could wait until after he was done with her ass.

Landon tsked. “You think you can just say you put it in? I want details.”

He could hear the smile in her words as she began speaking. “I take the plug and the lube into the bathroom. If the counter is stone I leaned over so that my nipples touch the cold surface. I spread my legs, and stay bent over as a lube up the plug.”

Landon was sorely tempted to lift her off his lap and carry her to the bathroom in the hallway, then use her recounting as an action plan.

But doing so would put her in charge, and that wasn’t what either of them needed right now.

“Then I reach back with one hand and slide it in.”

“No finger fuck prep?”

“No. But I go slow.”

“Slow like this?” The tip of his index finger was now embedded within the ring of muscle, but he hadn’t fully breached. Landon pressed hard, feeling her body clench around him.

This time he didn’t stop.

She gasped when his middle knuckle penetrated, the tip of his finger now deep inside her.

Fuck it felt good.

“Do you fuck yourself with the plug, or do you put it in and leave it there?”

“If I really need it, or if it’s small enough, sometimes I pull in and out and pretend it’s anal beads.”

“You like that popping sensation.”

“Yes, Master Landon.”

He pressed his finger all the way in, his knuckles digging against her ass cheek. Colette moaned, shoving her hip hard against his chest as if needing that contact.

“How big are the plugs?” he demanded, voice gravelly with arousal. “You said if it’s small enough you use it to fuck yourself, but what do you think is small? What can this pretty little ass handle?”

“Sometimes all I have is two or three centimeter wide ones, because it’s all I can buy without being remembered.”

He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t the size of the plug that was the problem. Sure buying a massive butt plug might make the cashier or other customers curious, but Colette was memorable, notmatter what she purchased.

Even when she’d been playing the part of the hesitant, clumsy intern, she’d been memorable. At least it to him.

And maybe that was the issue.

“And what if you’re not as worried about being remembered? What do you buy then?”

She was breathing hard, her words breathy. She was almost upside down, so his mental inversion timer was running. He needed to hurry the fuck up or he was going to have to slide her off his lap before he finished playing.

“Six centimeters wide,” she whispered, “with a three centimeter neck. So I feel it. And glass or metal. I want it heavy.”