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Not that this shit turns me on, but it is oddly satisfying.

A knot forms in my belly as I mentally tally all the maids my family has been through. Being nice to the help got me in trouble a lot. Psht, just talking to them got us in deep shit.

The household staff were to be silent and invisible.

So were us kids.

Leah giggles in the bathroom. Other than her giving me shit for vacuuming, she hasn’t said a word since I cleaned up the kitchen floor. In fact, she’d stuffed her earbuds back in her head and hasn’t even danced. I don’t like that today’s Leah is so different from last week’s version.

She was so vibrant and carefree when she thought no one was around last time. Even as Daisy Ren, she’s charming and sweet and fun and sexy as all get out. Today, however, she’s different. Feisty and bossy but closed off.

I’m not a fan.

It’s my fault. I know that. Still, I’m dying to see Leah in her natural state. What’s her home like? What’s her favorite food? Does she watch movies or read books in her spare time?

I know her kinks include almost getting caught and being praised. She made that really fucking obvious. God damn, this woman has no clue what she’s doing to me. The push and pull between us is driving me bananas.

Being around Leah is like landing in paradise after getting shipwrecked. Excitement, fear, curiosity, relief swirl in my gut. That’s a red flag, right?

Fuck if I know.

She gasps in the bathroom and then cackle-laughs. Something warm blooms in my chest and I sneak down the hall to catch her leaning against my sink, her hands curled against her cheeks. This beautiful smile spreads across her face and she laughs again, cupping her mouth and shaking her head.

Then she catches me watching and her smile drops. Spinning around, she scrubs the sinks harder and really puts her back into it.

I lean against the door, enjoying the view. She likes cleaning. It’s so obvious.

“What?” She pulls her earbuds out.

I didn’t say anything, and I bet she knows it. This woman’s testing me again. “No singing today?”

“Audiobook.” She goes to put her earbuds back in, but I snag one from her.

“Hey!” Her hands rest on her ample hips. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Doubtful.

Pushing the earbud in, a man’s deep voice booms, “—presses his cock against her wet pussy. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, my little cum dumpster.”

My eyes widen with shock and Leah laughs so hard she holds her stomach and doubles over.

I can’t believe she walks around with a straight face while smut pipes into her ears. “You’ve been listening to this for the past hour?”

“You just missed the good part where he had to prep her for his knot.”

“His what?”

“Knot. It’s this extra thing at the base of his dick that swells when he’s about to blow his load.”

Damn. That’s… hot.

“I told you you’d regret—”

“Shhhh.” I just missed the dude’s next line. “I want to hear this.”

I’ll google what knots are later.

The next forty-five minutes pass by with both of us in different rooms, listening to the same story. We laugh at the same parts. I hear her squeal twice. My dick gets rock hard during this one scene where the hero bends his human mate over a boulder and rims her before fucking her ass with his tail.