She shook her head.She didn’t know where her panties had ended up, and she was too messy to sit bare-assed on anything with fabric.“Floor.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, and he lowered her down carefully.She flinched when her bare ass met hardwood—fuck, that was cold—then just curled up on her side and closed her eyes.
Footsteps sounded, paused, then sounded again, and a cold bottle was pushed into her hand.“Here.”
She forced her eyes open.He’d removed the cap—so thoughtful—so she pushed herself up on her elbow and drank.When it was empty, she lay back down and aimed a baleful stare at him and his shit-eating grin.“You smug bastard.”
He just grinned wider.“What, you didn’t enjoy that?”
She refused to dignify that with an answer.“And stop looking at my ass.”
“Okay,” he said agreeably and shifted his gaze to her face.“You need help getting up?”
Her legs felt like rubber, her right hand had a cramp, and the room was still gently spinning.“Yes.”
He stepped forward, widening his stance to plant a foot on either side of her.Reaching down, he stuck his hands into her armpits and hauled her up.“Alley-oop.”
“Whoa.”
He set her on her feet and, holding her steady, bent to peer into her face.“You okay?”
“Yeah.”She smiled, forgetting she was mad at him.“I’m super.”
He snorted out a laugh.“You’re fuck drunk.”
“I’m forced to agree.”She pressed one shaky hand to her forehead, the other to the back of the chair he’d righted.“That was…”
“Really fucking hot?”he suggested.
“Mean,” she finished.
He shrugged.“Potato, tomato.”
“That’s not how that goes.”
“Close enough.You still pissed at me?”
“Yes,” she said firmly.“Or I will be, when my pussy stops throbbing.”
Heat joined the humor flickering in his dark eyes.“Well, while you’re still in a post-orgasmic haze, let me tell you about the other things you need to do to prepare.”
She was struggling to bring her brain online.“Other things?”
“You need to buy an enema kit.”
Her pussy gave a warning twitch at the reminder.Down, girl.“You said that already.”
“Just reminding you.And a butt plug.”
“I already have one.”
“Color me shocked,” he teased.“How big is it?”
“Um.”She fought to focus.All this butt talk was getting her worked up again.“Medium.I’d call it medium.”
He nodded.“Wear it.”