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"Electric... As in... with electricity? ...As in... it... electrifies... stuff? —Is this still about those papers last week? Because I told you, I didn't mean to eat them—I just panicked..."
he looks like a complete paradox of a man : half boy-scout half calvin klein model . like a teacher in a catholic school , danica swats away sebastian's interrogatory touch . not without her teeth sinking into the plump of her bottom lip as she attempts to hide the swelling smile that wants to continue to grow across her delicate visage . nonetheless , oceanic hues roll painfully in those fleshy sockets , letting a groan choke in her throat , bobbing her voicebox through the pale flesh . " c h r i s t a l m i g h t y , you're already getting a christmas bonus . please , my arse can't take much more sucking up . . . i'll start to bruise . " lacy tongue brushes against her lips , wetting the glossy lacquer . from across her chest , one hand reaches out in sharp concern as that gazelle of a man settles his hips atop a balcony . " are you bloody —- ? " a hiss of strong dissatisfaction in his impromptu seat . hovering touch snaps like he's a pet . " off . " now , that's certainly reminiscent of a golden retriever . " you are not dying on the bloody holidays —- of all times ! " a moan of frustration as she coaxes the base of her wine glass away from his hips . " christ , think of the paperwork —- double so if i trust you on the edge of the fortieth floor . "
there's nothing quite like the way danica's cheeks plump up , how the muscles on her face tug when she's holding back a smile , and that infectious feeling in his chest like - pride , selfish , irrational pride , in knowing he's the cause of it . " never had any complaints before ... in fact , i've only had stellar reviews of my sucking - " oh . something in his brain rings - an alarm or something , and it occurs to him he is , still , in fact , speaking with his boss . he better not finish that sentence . that's a ... tricky , tricky sentence to finish . " ... maybe i am a little drunk . " he remarks , looking down at his half-empty glass , which he then procceeds to chug down after a dismissive shrug . he's still a playboy billionare at heart , even if he is ... tentatively reforming . now he's looking at her gesture , her scolding expression , with the most puzzled look on his face , as though she's yelling at him in german , and he has no possible clue what she's saying . " ... what ? " oh . only then does he look down , leaning perhaps a bit further than he should - he's so used to sitting on ledges , far higher , far drunker , with nobody to shoo him , he'd almost forgotten there was some kind of danger in that . " oh , come on ... i'm not gonna fall ... i'd never make you do paperwork on christmas , that's so mean . " but for the sake of appeasing her , he begrungingly slides off the ledge , pouting now . " alright ... i'm off - i'm off ! now at least close your eyes for me ... and remember , i am sparing you the paperwork of my untimely death , so - you do ... kind of , technically owe me one . "
the honeyed low timbre is f a r from what she's anticipating to hear . query is punctuated by a holiday kazoo and someone yelling ' ho ho ho ! ' in a haughty accent . for a moment , she's not entirely convinced sebastian wouldn't reply . tablet locks closed with that audible , digital click . danica rolls it once against the ledge before folded arms press the leather-bound screen against her breast . " well , unless you too are looking to c e l e b r a t e the holidays in the boss's office , i can resign myself to blue eyes once more . " plum dress shifts as petite frame on doll heels rotates , hips flush against concrete . " oh , well if it's against the rules of santa . . . " honey lacquered tongue presses at the roof of her mouth , a small smile crowning before that aforementioned cornflower gaze . and , his dimples . " i'm looking after my tithings ; that feels very religious to me . but , it is so endearing to know we have such a p i o u s man among us . " a sharp , penciled brow creep upon her forehead . " you don't look nearly as drunk as i would've assumed by now . i might owe nathaniel thirty dollars . "
there's a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that wants to grow wider , blossom into a full , toothed smile , spread wild and untamed like a wildfire across those boyish features , just so eager to catch on fire . " is that a real invitation ? - because i happen like the boss's office ... it's usually where the boss is . i like our boss . she's um , really smart and funny ... and she does this little thing with her nose when she's secretly amused by me but can't tell 'cause my ego's already out of control - " his forefinger points at her little button nose , as though he'd just spotted something . " there it is ! that's uncanny ... how did you know ? " incorrigible . that smile blossoms into a full grin now , little giggles spilling through his teeth as he suppresses a laugh . " i am very pious , you know ... in fact , i've , " he groans , taking a seat by the balcony like he's a rowdy teenager , legs swinging , making himself comfortable by her side . " brought a little christmas spirit to you , miss.grinch ... close your eyes . " he waits for a beat then nods impatiently . " c'mon ! close your eyes ... will you trust your ... almost sober assistant for two seconds , please ? "
scarlet lacquered nail draws lazily about the rim of a wine glass that wears the stain of an equally rouge kiss . there's a small squeak when otherwise a operatic hum may break out . other touch is pressing deep into the corners of her sockets as the daylight blue hue from her tablet lies to her in reporting a healthy profit and loss for q3 . the holiday party is in full swing , but she's more content here , on the stern as ' jingle bell rock ' morphs into a white noise , threading with the ambient joy . chilling air licks at her cheeks from the balcony . glass is retired gently on the skyscraper's ledge . rapping knuckles draw her ear , but not her attention . " no , darla , this office is still very much occupied . "
" is that my new nickname ? " chimes her charming assistant , head popping in , all pearly bright smiles , shiny blue eyes , not a hair in sight on that marble-cut jaw . the light dances on the rim of his champagne , his steps cautiously and cheerfully bringing him closer to her , sneaking out of the party , seeking out her company life a little thief in the night . " ... huh . i rather liked blue eyes . " he hums as a passing thought . he'd heard - hushed whispers around the office covered in giggles , puffing up his already rather large ego ; and he knows by the amount of times she's rolled those gorgeous eyes at his playful antics how infuriating it is to her , the way he's completely , keenly aware of his own charm , of the way people look at him . and it's all fun , but it all also doesn't much matter , anyways . not really . there's a sea of people out there , but he just wants this second alone with her . " it's against the rules of christmas and ... god and - santa to work during a holiday party , you do know that , yes ? "
a puff , flippant and airy presses through her bare pout . unnecessary , but those steely blues move in a small orbit in her fleshy sockets . trapped . his meaty paws and towering frame almost like a beach umbrella to his own blinding warmth , how he protects her from him and coats her all the same a paradox . this whole conversation , lacquered in euphemism , a heated touch meaning more seemed . . . more casual than it ought to . there should be more guilt gnawing in her stomach than there is . instead little butterflies wings seem intent on fluttering . they continue to echo each other , and with a tilt of the crown of her head against his chest to blink up at him , unable to see much past the jut of his chin , she considers if he's ever been restricted from anything in his life . it wouldn't be too odd , she's enticing because she's a beyond forbidden fruit . puff evolves into sigh as her little frame wriggles , wanting as little overt attention drawn to their friendly pairing as possible . perhaps to sebastian this can be approached with some levity , but danica was foolish enough to let this interfere with her security once . she ought to not let it happen again . " why would i want something that could never happen , darling ? " and , doesn't that speak volumes . with little pinching fingers , she plucks at his sinewy arms . " sequester you in a tower like you're rapunzel ? " isn't that how he taunted her earlier : ' forbid me from seeing other people ' . " might have to grow out your hair a bit . . . " a thudding thought against the back of her forehead . " you know , if you really hate a pregnancy scandal —- " as she blinks up at his jawline " —- you could . . . " and gestures a snipping with her fingers , lips parting slowly into a feline smile .
" that was so not the question . " nice try , though ; it distracted his hyper brain cells for about a minute . " - i'm gonna stop you right there - " he flashes his palm while she tactfully stops him from smothering her in public . " i never understood this question . i wanted a unicorn until i was fourteen . i want my hair to wake up magically combed and pushed back - there are so many things , " her , most of all . and yet he'll list all these silly things in the most serious tone he can manage . " that logic doesn't really hold up with me , you know ? " or any logic , really . particularly where his dick and his heart are concerned , let alone now , where they happened to be entangled , pushing and tugging his brain her way . besides , what he was offering was far from an impossibility . " ... don't say that ... you couldn't even handle my bangs . " he tells her , looking dejected as she plucks his arms away , on the verge of whining , and already pouting . " oh , come on ... " he nudges her with a 'tsk' on his tongue for the mean-spirited snipping gesture . ouch . " come on , dani ... " sebastian lolls his pretty , empty-head , fawning those doe lashes at her with a soft , pleading look on his baby blue eyes that's bound to spill all over if she doesn't placate him . he lets his temple rest against the pillar , holding onto her only with his pinkie , clingy thing he is - needing her to unlatch every inch . won't she even allow him just that ? " ... am i really that bad ? " he asks , a little drowsy , a little drunk still , from last night , and unfathomably needy , in a way he can't even quite explain himself . the question sounds so - fragile , on his tongue , like he wants to rest his head on her shoulder , aching for reassurance .
" you mean it in the way that you mean sugar is a primary food group : in that you have no forethought whatsoever . " how can her tongue remain so honeyed when the thing it lacquers is barbed ? " . . . let you . . . " rolls it around in her mouth . it's clunky , the permission , like fitting a square peg into a round hole , misshapen . odd . " do i have control over you , sebastian ? "
" so ... ? " it comes out more whiny than he means it to . " it's not like you like me for my extraordinary skill to plan ahead ... i have ... other skills ... more - practical skills . " as she knows . a greedy hand nudges her chin , and when that's not enough he stretches his long arms over her small shoulders , locking her in , holding her captive in the most gentle of holds . " ... let me . " it doesn't sound the same as hers , ( nothing sounds as nice as when she says it ) but there's just enough vulnerability at the tip of his tongue to make him want to crawl out of his own skin . " ... do you want it ? " the clinking of glasses and distant footsteps of the help scurrying about seem to do nothing to waver his resolve to keep her there . " to have control over me ? "
it's like she's donned a weighted blanket fresh from the dryer . she can feel the firm warmth of his chest through those billowing panels against the exposed rectangle of her spine between narrow ebony straps that adorn elastic bows which bite into delicate shoulders with the weight of her chest . it means that , instinctively , a hand comes to wind about his own , plucking at those strong fingers without much energy . she knows he's strong , can see it in each quivering muscle . contrastingly , his lips are familiar feathers as they brush against the previously untouched skin of her profile . now that earns himself an earnest wriggle out of the venus flytrap that is his tense hold . " come off it , " that little tormentor refutes with a huff . as if . she knows her place . each version of herself these days is some variant of a role , and experience has proved that she has many to rotate between . in this film , she's taunting , good-for-nothing stepmother , corrupting the youth and angering the ladies at the tennis court ( as though they're not participating in corruption of their own ) . her cheeks want to blush with the earnestness she fears she hears in the comment , but she sucks in the hollows of her cheeks to encourage bloodflow elsewhere . " pretty sure you would be encouraged to think only of god . and , since she loves you already . . . " quotes him with a lazy drawl and a roll of mascaraed lashes he can only see from his perch near her temple . " so —- " since she's still trapped here " —- ought i anticipate any more lewd cover stories from last night ? "
strong , he's supposed to be so strong , all taut muscle and sinew , but never with her . she can pluck his fingers like strings from an instrument only she knows how to play properly . she's a miniature , so small he could fit her in his pocket , and wouldn't he just love that , but he never stood a chance , if she pushes he bends backwards , if she nudges , he points at whichever direction she wants him to point to . he whines , and he pouts like a wounded puppy , but he yields to her demand , he caves , he always caves . " i mean it ... " why won't you believe me ? those sad little blue eyes seem to plead with her . with an unenthusiastic , low growl , he pulls back slightly, rolling his eyes . what good is being loved by god if she doesn't want him ? " that depends ... " sebastian taunts , he lowers his head , pressing the bump of his nose against her . " ... are you going to let me ? " again , he offers the wheel to steer him , the rope to bind him ; he doesn't want freedom . when it's late and he's tired , he doesn't want another body another shot - he wants her kisses , her touches ; he wants her .
okay , this time he gets a slipper to the chest . delicate foot pressed between the strong muscles that peak between the buttoned column of his crinkled designer vestment . " that's rather like cleaning dirt with soil , sebastian . " consonants in his given name press off of her tongue like a plucked violin string . it's a taunt that needn't be said , but the puzzle piece fits perfectly into the vacuous , tense space between them . caught in a persistent push-pull that didn't want to give and didn't want to take . pixie foot presses onto the balls , curving her calf , planting her weight against his torso . is that sign subtle enough ( even as her stomach burns excitedly ) ? " i think ' good ' is a four-letter word with you . surprised you didn't simply go up in flames at the notion . " fond irises dilate between thick-lashed blinks as the back of her hand crawls down the air between them , gesturing to his attire . " i've not known this to be particularly godly , altar boy . and , no —- that's not an invitation to dress saintly . god knows i don't want to think about confession now , for christ's sake . " knee over knee pretzel pops from his chest , swinging tiny thighs over the side of an armless dinner chair , padding on those fluffy slippers into the kitchen . " i'd miss you like a dog misses fleas , sebastian , " thrown out over the slope of her shoulder as she stretches her little arms out over her head , and maybe the small strip of stomach that shows is a taunt . " incessantly nibbling company , " grumbled under her breath .
" this position is more likely to make me drool , danica . " he touches the base of her foot , resisting the urge to tug on her harshly enough to pull her down with him , his chest shoved backwards with the ripple of a laugh , her dainty foot and his willingness to obey keeping him pinned down . just like that , he's back in that agonizing place , where his stomach is churning and his cheeks are blush red , and every fiber of his being wants to reach for her , pull her into him , kiss her roughly , tenderly , until his lungs are aching for air again . " god would love me , " declares the spoiled heir instead , his beady eyes narrowing ever so slightly , like an unspoken taunt . " everybody does . " except for her apparently ; and it's honestly gnawing on his sanity . what does he have to do ?! hmph . he huffs on the floor , like a kid denied candy , watching her footsteps pitter-patter to the kitchen , a sour expression on his face . " ... you have ridiculously small feet , you know that ? " he shouts , loud enough for everyone to hear . he doesn't care - he's reckless , and right now he only cares about one thing : danica valmont . danica , danica , danica ... how she fills his brain . his hand comes to lace her waist from behind - sneaking around the smallstrip of stomach it can cling to , pulling her taut against him . when he'd gotten up , it's anyone's guess . who knew this trainwreck of a man could move so fast when he wanted to ? " do you mean that ? " his whispers cushion against her ear , and his grip doesn't budge holding her hostage . just for a second . it doesn't really matter what she says - he's nowhere ready to let go of her . " you really wouldn't miss me ? ... not even a little bit ? " he kisses her temple , slow , soft - like a lover , far from innocent , and his breath quivers . " i'd miss you ... all i'd think about you . "
when she huffs , it puffs her highlighted curtain bang , daring to tickle the tip of her bunny nose . he earns himself a full splayed palm , golden rings with fat diamonds and all , covering as much of his handsome face as her tiny hand can manage . pushes down playfully , chastising like he's a puppy whose snout has gotten too close to the edge of the dressed table . " serves as proof that thinking's not your strong suit , sweetheart . " manicured tip dips into the small , clear bowl of honey , popping it between her lips with a hum that trills against her sensitive finger pad . " god —- " when his features arrive nearer to her form , forced to push him away again , this time by the wriggle of her knee cap . irises roll in morning dew sockets , brushing her spit-lacquered thumb into the crosshatched napkin at her lap . " you're going to get drool on me . so sloppy . " you are what you eat ? tongue presses against the backs of her incisors as she crosses knee over knee with intent , bumping against his strong cheekbones with the inside of her calf . this time , she barks out a laugh , an arm floating in the air to gesticulate her exasperation . " forbid you ? " fingers come to bite at those cheeks she just denounced lest they dirty her skin . how do you forbid a thunderstorm from rolling in ? " like i have control over your due diligence . " is that what they're calling it now ? " for your own good you could be shipped away to a nunnery . " palms encircle warm porcelain as they drop from his sharp features . " i do rather think the atheists would love how you'd change a tune there . "
the sliver of a smile splits wide , cracking into a full blown , toothed grin ; he laughs , smothered by her hand ( dainty as it was , it barely covered anything at all ) , and it's bubbly and youthful and careless ; the cracks of in his stoic heartbreaker bachelor persona begin to show , and it's all boyish mirth underneath , soft , and too eager , too playful , with too much affection to contain inside his hollow tin chest . it has to spill out sometimes . " i have good ideas ... it's just the execution is a little ... " messy ? complicated ? his last good idea was to crawl between her thighs , and while ... perhaps she'd use that against him , he can't even pretend he's sorry about that . up and down , up and down , he keeps trying to climb up her leg , and she keeps swatting him away like a nagging fly . but he's not done trying . " i'll clean it off ... " with his tongue . probably wouldn't with the drool . he persists , that naughty look on his face , his eyes are glued to her thighs , now , and he thinks he might just drool . his hand reaches to cup her knee , wanting attention . pawing for attention . won't she give it to him already ? " forbid me . " he repeats after her , and this time it sounds like a challenge on his tongue . forbid me . do it . his heavy lidded gaze looks drunk on her , his ruddy cheeks squished between her fingers , caught in her grasp so willingly . " sure you do ... you don't think i can be good ? " as soon as she releases him , he's back to focusing on her legs , like a fixation . his palms glide upwards smoothly , climbing up her thighs , then back down , never quite daring to crawl under the fabric of her clothes , though that twinkle in his eyes leaves it evident his desire to do just that . " you'd miss me too much . " would she ? his confidence is nothing but practice here . he has no real faith in that statement .
fingers create a nest upon which the weight of her chin can rest . from her position at the edge of the table , she blocks her consumption of what she doesn't doubt is a handsome visage as if he needs to be told as much . she had seen it look handsomer on one occasion , though : lapping eagerly between her thighs . seafoam irises roll in her socks as she releases her makeupped features from her own touch to pluck at the fine china handle of her teacup . matching rouge lips purse as she blows at the steaming meniscus . " unfortunately . . . " that honeyed tone begins , dulcet even as it clips in earnest annoyance . " i'm forced to be conversing with rupert's pregnancy scandal . " oh , what a torment . she liked it much more when it was otherwise occupied . flared nostrils twitch at the visual his blabbering tongue provides . danica speaks into the wisping steam of her cup . " luckily , i'm too old to get pregnant . " the cup tinks as it settles down onto the small plate , a gentle chime against the brazen lie she tells casually . so , is this the game , now ? she casually renounces his chastity , he talks of his night partners , she references their lewd recent history . " . . . what did you get in maths , sebastian ? i might introduce to you a fun concept called ' statistical outliers ' . "
oh , and there it is ; the place where danger lives . he shouldn't linger , every time he stops , and he gives himself enough time to look at her - really look at her , he bristles , and the glossy shimmer of his eyes seems to glisten with unspoken desire - desire , but not just that , because that alone he could manage . it's fondness too . affection . gooey , warm affection , dripping all over him , softening his expression , his eyes , his smile , touching every intimate corner , especially the ones he doesn't like to show the world . hand to his heart , he's trying his hardest to hold back a smile , the genuine kind , the kind he's forgotten his atrophied muscles were able to twist into - so utterly charmed by her wit , even when her tongue bites . " ... ouch . " said with the feigned hurt of someone who believes they truly , honestly , deserve it . " are you sure ... ? " dumb , so , so dumb ; he looks positively stupid , briefly surveying the surroundings through his peripherals before he's crouching down , playful , looking up at her from his favorite angle . " i think we should test that theory . " his grecian nose is tipped backwards , mischief twinkling in the soft blue of his eyes . sometimes he thinks he's growing fond of being lectured , scolded , squished like a plushie between her fingertips . " that's not a reliable source - my teacher was a big fan , " of course they were . he rested his chin over the bump of her knee , looking all tame and tempting , the picture of spoiled youth . " ... you could forbid me ... from seeing other people , i mean ... for my own good . " there's a glimpse of expectation in him , almost as if he expected her to care , to give him a reason not to . did she ? did she care ?
manicured scarlet talons tap like there’s invisible keys atop the , indeed the , dining room table . its live edge adding a micron of warmth to a room that excludes grandeur versus homeyness ; she lives in a museum , in more ways than one . but , with a vow lacquered on her tongue , who is she to complain ? real wood stairs creak under the weight of an oncoming midday visitor . “ your father silenced another pregnancy scandal . ” chin in the palm of her hand as she contemplates the piping tea before her ; there’s no food in sight . indeed , she’s belly-full consumed in contemplation . that brain churning. their impulsive informal greeting in her marital closet was jarring , most importantly in the way that it didn’t chew her insides . she knows it should . that chews her insides . “ heard of a rubber , have you ? ”
sebastian seems to forget other people inhabit this house as he makes his way downstairs at a leisure pace , stepping into the living room with careless abandon to be greeted with the ghost of christmas past . well ... ghost of his dreams nightmares , anyhow . living room might be too vague of a word ... parlor , 70s auction , museum not meant to be lived in . a little kitschy for his taste . he likes being able to actually touch things . " oh ? ... mine or his ? " there's a pause , his eyebrow quirks upwards , feigning interest . " both ? ... you wouldn't think so - but sometimes it overlaps . " and not because he goes after his fathers ... whatever they are . he has different names , depending on his mood . no , no , no - it's the other way around of course . " oh , come on ! it's complete nonsense - i always use protection ... at least ... when i'm ... conscious , " his confidence seems to waver some . " anyways ... i've been spending a lot more time ... doing my due diligence , these days , " is that what he's calling giving head now ? not his choice either ... someone something is refusing to cooperate . seriously . good thing he's not charging , because people are about to start asking for a refund . " so that's ... basically impossible . "
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fingers come to wipe at the dewy mark that he left on her cheek , casting a seafoam glance at her fingertips before she rubs them together dismissively . " oh , good ; you're still complaining . " she wants to gnaw on him for each little bird chirp that happily sings from his blush pout . " i was rather worried you had learned from a mistake . " a patronizing finger comes to tap at her chin , dotting like a blotting pen before she dolls out a syrupy sigh . " i suppose the world hasn't yet frozen over , though . " both palms come to fight against his firm chest , pressing back at his oncoming assault . it forces her inner arm to squish that cotton sheet against her ribs lest it flutter into her lap ( likely , much to sebastian's relief ) . " hm , i think i'd have to review your resume . education . . . skills . . . experience —- i know i heard a rumour about you kissing a clown three halloweens ago . the source mentioned you were simply trying to ' face your fears ' . " takes the inch he gives and turns it into a mile , scooting over from her heated seat , curtaining sheet in tow . little nose remains crinkled . " indeed . " tongue runs over the smooth veneer of her pearly white incisors before it's her turn to pluck at him , thumb and forefinger arriving to the apple of his cheek . " but , you are the most adorable little housewife , " admits his pint-sized partner .
mischeif splashes across boyish features like a splotch of watercolor on paper , vibrant and carefree , full of joy she pulls more of that sheepish laugh out of him like like sticky caramel . " but i'd be so much less fun if i actually learned anything ... " the feverishness of his advances simmers down as he lets his body be held back by her tiny palms , momentarily placated by her touch as his eyes flicker down to the cotton sheet draped over her form , a spark of impishness dweilling in the clear blue of his irises . " those are slanderous accusations ... i'd never kiss a clown . he was a mime . " his grecian nose crinkles , mirroring her expression as she pinches him ruddy . " yeah ? if i'm so adorable , i think you should reward me ... and let me hold you hostage today . " he shakes off her touch like a labrador , trying to nip at her tiny fingers while untethering himself from her , chasing trouble while he descends down her sheets-draped body , trying to peel off the sheets in a haste , or if all else fails - crawl under them .
" you ungrateful neanderthal , " huffs her adoring lover , scooping up the ivory sheet against her bare breast . it curves like dense water , like honey , draping over her thin form but not without the bump of how her chest naturally swells . but there's a smirk that wears on her lips : at least she got him to eat some protein . the plump of her cheek apples when he places a wet smooch upon the velvet skin . the price of devout , endless adoration , she supposes . " oh ! well , if you're so impoverished , darling , i'd advise full-time employment . " isn't that a laugh , but she wears a grin as earnest as she can manage while suggesting a billionaire who only has his assets to his name , now , lift a finger for a single , intentional second . that rabbit nose crinkles at his absolute incoherent ramblings , a thin brow climbing atop her forehead . " . . . are you calling yourself ' daddy ' , now ? "
" it was good ! it wasn't ice cream good ... but it was good ! " he tries and fails to match up in between chipped giggles , amused with his own antics , it seems . truthfully , he hadn't tasted much of a difference - it might have been the hangover . it was probably the hangover . employment . his protruding bottom lip only sticks out more , shaping into a begrudging pout while he whines . " that's no fun ... " and god forbid he does anything that's not fun . " unless you wanna hire me ? ... i could be your slutty assistant . i think i'm even overqualified for that position , you know ? " he teases , a sly curve trying to shape his mouth as he leans over , nipping at the edges of her mouth , the crinkles of her smile , suddenly peckish . " ... me ? " briefly , that seems to give him pause ; he pulls back an inch , staring into her eyes with skepticism . " dani ... i don't even think i can pull off 'mommy' with you . "
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