Page 17 of Dirty Pleasures


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I held in my chuckle. “Am I in trouble, mysh?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“David gave them the notice.”

She frowned. “Dude, that was well after Paris—”

“In my defense, I had forgotten the women were even there. David happened to go over the budget with the Brotherhood’s accountants and found those expenses.”

“Likely story.”

Water cascaded down her hair, tracing the contours of her face, neck, and shoulders. My fingers followed the trail of the droplets, igniting sparks of love and longing in their wake.

“Jealous, mysh?”

“You don’t want me to be jealous, liev. Blood would spill.”

My cock jerked. “Would it now?”

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Enough to give me some pussy right now?”

She sucked her teeth. “Okay. Put me down.”

“It has been so long since I have been inside of you.”

“Bullshit.”

“It is not.”

“Kaz, you fucked me so much last night that I passed out and then. . .” Annoyance hit her face.

I raised her eyebrows. “And then?”

“Nothing.” She unwrapped her legs from around my waist, lowered to the ground, and tried to turn around.

I would not let Emily put her back to me. “And then?”

“You ended up fucking Lunita a little.”

Tension gathered in my shoulders. “You never said how you felt about that.”

“I am determined to kill her.” She grabbed the liquid soap from the tiny shelf. “Does that not say enough?”

I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “We should talk more about it.”

“I would rather not.” She commenced to smearing soap all over her body. “Honestly, I don’t ever want to talk about her again.”

Hmmm.

Next, she let the warm water rinse away the sudsy soap.

I just wished it could also wash away her anger, worries, and uncertainties.

I held Emily’s hips as she continued to wash herself.

What should I do about this?

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