“I miss this place,” I expressed with a sigh. “The view, having dinner at the table, the comfy couch… everything we used to get up to here.” I sent Cair a teasing wink, slotting the Aladdin Sane record back into its rightful place. Mal had already left, so we were alone and I was feeling nostalgic. “That last night in particular.”

I was referring to our visit six months ago, the night we had returned to the apartment after Alex and Teighan’s mating. Cair had stripped me naked, instructing me to place my hands on the window before he knelt behind me and fucked my life force out with his tongue and fingers. I’d come all over the glass the second he’d whispered against my skin how he hoped the entire city could see how pretty I looked with my hole stuffed. To this day, I wasn’t confident everyone in the building opposite hadn’t actually seen. I could barely look at that window without my belly heating.

I swore I could still see handprints if I squinted.

Cair studied me, his gaze lingering on my cheeks before flicking upward. “It never fails to amuse me how you deflect whenever your friend mentions sex, but you have no qualms reminiscing about the times you’ve begged me to breed you. Why is that?”

I spluttered, my face flaming. I’d actually forgotten that teensy weensy detail, but guessed it was unavoidable now. “That’s… because we’re in private, behind closed doors. No one can hear it, and it’s just between us. Plus, when we’re in bed, your dick makes me forget my own name, so dirty talk just flows.”

Cair hummed in thought. “So it’s the public aspect that has you squirming?”

“I don’t squirm,” I said vehemently, though it was a total lie. “But yes. I can’t help it. I’m no prude, but talking about sex casually, in public, makes me cringe. I mean, since meeting you, I’m constantly thinking about it—which I don’t believe I can be blamed for—and I’m not against telling the odd sex joke, but usually that’s when my mouth runs away with me.”

I’d never really been an overly sexual guy, but the draw between Cair and me made me feel things I never had before, as cliché as that may have sounded. With my ex, I wasn’t all that interested, and he never really gave a shit about my pleasure, so I’d retreated into myself in turn. He’d made me feel self-conscious and not worth the hassle, but Cair was the total opposite. He was doting. He made me feel safe enough to express my fantasies, and he heated up my entire body in ways I never knew were possible.