Page 19 of Dirty Pleasures


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Unfortunately, I was not used to thinking about someone else. . .ever in my life.

Emily raised her eyebrows and rinsed away the soap on my shoulders. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

“You.”

“I like when you think about me.”

“Good. I do this often.”

She grinned. “And I think about you more than I should.”

“That is not a thing, mysh. You are only to be thinking of my sons or me in your days and nights.”

“Oh. Is that how it should be?”

“Yes.” I gripped her hips harder and pulled her closer.

She shoved my hands away and stepped back. “What are you doing?”

“Back to our discussion on my getting pussy.” I grabbed her body again and pulled her to me. Unfortunately, we were both so wet, it allowed for her to easily slip out of my hold.

I sneered and tried to grab her.

Laughing, she rushed out of the shower so fast I couldn’t even get her.

Damn it.

“Whew.” She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. “I’m finally getting my speed back.”

Frowning, I walked over and stood in the shower’s doorway. “Come here, mysh. You are still a little dirty.”

“You are the one that is dirty. I’m clean.” She grabbed a towel and slung it at me.

I caught it. “If I have to chase you for the pussy today, then you will go to sleep aching.”

She headed out of the bathroom. “We’ll see, liev.”

A grunt left me.

Chapter four

Cuddly

Kazimir

Several blue-balled minutes later, we finished dressing.

My mouse had picked out our outfits, placing me in a lightweight, tailored linen suit in a light shade of beige. I preferred black or dark blue, but Emily claimed New Orleans was notorious for the heat and that the dark, thick fabrics would cause heat. Plus, I was intrigued with her dressing me.

To my pleasure, the suit fit me well. Everything was slightly tapered to my liking. She had even paired it with a crisp linen button-down shirt and high-quality leather loafers.

She went to the side of the room, picked up a straw hat, and brought it over to me. “Here. This will help.”

“Who? A farmer?”

“This is a designer—”

“Straw?” I glared. “You already did not give me any pussy and put me in linen. Let us not push this.”

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