Page 57 of One More Chance

“Who knew you were such freak,” he murmurs.

“What do you mean?”

“You just had sex outside, sinner,” he says, laughing.

“Someone has corrupted me.”

“Sounds like an awesome guy,” he says, and I grab for him, his body arching in response. “Oh my god, no, truce,” he pleads.

We settle back down and no sooner than our giggling subsides, he can’t help himself.

“What do you want to try next? Nipple clamps? A butt plug? Getting tied up?” He laughs.

“Um, nothing is going back there, I can assure you.” I start giggling.

“So, you’re saying there’s still hope for the nipple clamps?” he asks.

I elbow him in the ribs, laughing uncontrollably.

Maybe I don’t have forever. Maybe I don’t even have another week with him. But I will enjoy this. I will live this moment. I will make the most of it.