Page 67 of An Espresso Machine’s Guide to Love & Mischief

I didn’t mean to. Haven’t you experienced involuntarily horniness and pussy clenching before? Although it’s been a long time since I’ve felt it happen. I forgot how wet it gets.

Not when there was someone else in my body. Gross!

I’m sorry. I’m not doing it on purpose! I tell her.

I focus on the rise and fall of Asgard’s chest against my back. It calms me, and I relax against him. My hands stop shaking on the controls. Taking a deep breath, I ease the yacht into a starboard turn and point its bow toward the open lake.

“Good girl,” Asgard says in a deep rumble against my ear.

I tremble as my pussy clenches between my legs.

You’re doing it again, McKay snaps.

Don’t worry, I don’t plan to do anything sexual with you here. That’s just weird. Plus, you know, kidnappers and maybe murderers are chasing after us. So not really the right time.

Then stop using my vagina!

I’m trying!

Asgard squeezes my hands, and I try not to like it for McKay’s sake—and mine since I don’t want her here during intimate moments. My body—well, technically her body—doesn’t cooperate.

That’s it, McKay cries. Get away from him now or I’m taking over our arms and stopping this boat. I’d rather die than be a part of this.

Okay, okay! I gently nudge Asgard with my elbow, and he lets go of me. I miss his touch… his warmth… the way his hard muscles feel against my—

Diva! McKay shouts.

Sorry. Sorry.

I focus on picking up speed as distant shouts echo behind me. They’re overpowered by the sound of the engine, so I can’t make out the words.

Glancing back, I spot the lights of another yacht come to life as people rush along her deck. “They’re following us! I don’t want to go back there. They’re going to lock me up or unplug me. I can’t go through that again.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Asgard says with calm confidence.

We don’t have a plug, McKay reminds me.

I will if they put me back in the espresso machine—or some place worse, like a… toilet!

You can’t unplug that.

You can clog it or something!

“What are you thinking about?” Asgard asks.

“Toilets!” I snap. “And clogging them.”

“Umm…” he says. “Okay? Do you need to go?”

“What? No! Actually, I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember what that feels like.” I focus on my asshole, hoping it will tell me something. It doesn’t. “McKay, do we need to go to the bathroom?”

“Who’s McKay?” Asgard says.

I remember how he jumped me when he thought I was the original owner of this body. It’s better if I don’t tell him that she’s still here.

“That’s what I call my asshole,” I lie. “Don’t you have a name for your asshole?”

Oh, fuck you, McKay says.