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“He will be,” Vex snapped, closing his eyes and jaw tightly. “What are you doing right now?”
“I’m...I was...getting ready.”
His hearing picked up the sound of water and all his muscles froze before getting blasted by X-rated images and unholy lust. “You’re bathing.”
“I...I am. I wasn’t going to tell you, but it seems stupid to lie now.”
He was sure he could hear her pulse through the phone. He sure as hell felt her nervous breaths.
“I hope your brother will be okay,” she hurried as his tongue moved in his mouth with very dirty words. Damn that fucking bite.
“He’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For whatever has you so angry.”
His mouth decided to open and spill all the dirty details about Nitro’s bite, not stopping till she had all of them. “It’s shocking, I know.”
A snicker filled his ear, then got cut off. “Sorry.”
“I can’t imagine how you’d find such a thing funny,” he said, but he could and did imagine her in the water, wet and slippery, his cock filling her delicious cunt.
“So, which do you have?”
What did he miss? “What do you mean?”
“Which of those...symptoms happen to you?” As he fought with every inappropriate answer, she muttered, “Never mind, I think I know.”
He learned in that second that curiosity and arousal were a deadly combo with this. “Tell me.”
A tiny laugh escaped her. “That’s one right there.”
His amplified impatience kicked in. “I do not wish to play word games, Miss Skelton. No, that’s not correct. I loathe playing word games.”
“Your bossiness, that’s what,” she sputtered quietly.
“I’ve always been bossy.”
“Ohhhhh, not like this,” she whispered.
“Why are you whispering, is there somebody there?”
“No, it’s just... it’s private,” she hissed.
His cock felt like an angry limb banging against his jeans for freedom. “Do not whisper to me unless your life is in danger, do you understand?”
“Uhhhh yes,” she said, her tone odd. Was she smiling about it? “I do feel threatened. I guess that doesn’t count.”
“It does not,” he assured roughly. “I’m aware of my condition and you should know I take great care not to let this barbaric tone I seem possessed by touch Rosavelt.”
“Barbaric is an understatement,” she muttered.
“What does that mean? Speak plainly.”
“Fine,” she conceded.
