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“Sahvrin, we have to talk about this!”
“Sahvrin?”
“I’m appealing to your sane side! What’s wrong with penis?”
“It’s too fucking sweet and innocent, that’s what. You’re begging for everything dangerous in me. I’ll just lick your pussy. One of those exercises of discipline you always mention.”
“How about after we finish deciding this?”
“Deal,” he hurried, slowly smiling at her look of surprise.
“You’re devious,” she muttered.
“And your pussy is dripping because of it. I’ll do the classes the same night as you and will open with a sharathon, basic information about them and their current relationship status. Ice breaking things.”
He smiled at her astonished look.
“You think I don’t hear every word out of your pretty mouth? You have no idea. And I even listen. Is all this acceptable to Ma Belle Eveque or would she like to…tweakit the way I want to tweak her fat nipples?”
Her jaw dropped even as her desire rose. “How am I supposed tothinkwhen you do this?”
“They’re showing through your t-shirt Ma Petite.”
She shot her gaze down. “I have a bra!”
“And I love that bra but only in this bedroom. So…do you want me to tweak it?”
“No, I want to finish this,” she gasped. “Please,” she added sweetly.
“I meant the plan,” he said, chuckling at her momentary confusion followed by her evil eye.
“You are being so bad.”
“Because Iamso bad.
She poked the tablet with her pen. “This. First. And I think it would really help if the Kings attended. Witnessing others work on their marriages would be a tremendous help in their endeavor to understand the dynamics of relationships. You can maybe tell them they’re there to just observe. But can also participate if they want? You know how to talk to them best.”
“I’ll tell them their Belle Eveque insists and that will secure their cooperation.”
She gave a cute eye-rolling-sputter. “I’m nottheirBelle Eveque,” she whispered, like they might hear.
“You are in my book.”
“I’m talking jurisdiction.”
“So am I.”
She fretted a little. “I’m not the Queen ofallthe swamp, that’s silly!”
He shook his head. “Wrong.”
“So you’re saying you’re the King ofallthe swamp?”
“No. Butyouare the Queen of all the swamp.”
She giggled with a blush that got him harder as she put her face close to her tablet and wrote. “First husband and wife classes, Saturday… 7:00 PM? By strict order…of the Queen.”
He slid his finger along her exposed calf. “Works for me.”
