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She took longer than I expected. In the morning, I’d see it was because she’d lingered putting the greens back in the fridge and cleaning after me. She finally came and got in bed behind me. A moment later, her arm rested around my waist and her breasts brushed my back. I set my jaw, feeling her hand caress my abs and slide down. Of course. Since crying hadn’t work, she was trying her other usual out when she screwed up. So far, make up sex had always worked out, sparing her from voicing an actual apology.

Her hand moved past my navel as I still tried to make up my mind about whether I was willing to let her get away with it yet again.

The beads.

The words popped up in my head at the same time that her hand reached my cock.

Oh, yeah, the beads. They were still in their small box at the bottom of my bag.

However, I couldn’t just go grab them and come back to bed to fuck Steph. Meaning I could, but it’d be such a waste of oil. And I wanted to use them in my own terms.

The combination of