“Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late.”
Delancey snorted at Kendall’s deadpan White Rabbit imitation. “If you’re late, we should probably get you a test from the drug store.”
Belle made a choking noise that echoed through the domed tunnel. Even the faux vines chasing along the mud-brown walls didn’t catch the strangled sound in their clutches.
“If I’m late, you both know, my ass is grass.”
“If that grass is on fire, maybe,” Delancey retorted.
Belle busted out laughing. “Why am I suddenly picturing big, bad Bryce dressed as a big, bad fireman and our girl here writhing on the grass at his feet?”
Kendall purred. “Because my Dom has one huge hose.”
“All the better to spray you with, my dear.” And with that, Delancey lost it.
~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
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