“Okay.” Could she really tell him? Yes. “I like to be fingered. I want your mouth on my clit and when I’m about to come…” She paused and pressed her lips together before pulling them into her mouth.

“Tell me.” His voice was as rough as sandpaper. The extra gritty kind.

She pulled in a breath. “When I’m about to come I’d like you to stick your finger in my… you know… my…” She couldn’t say it. Couldn’t believe she had said this much.

His eyes flared as they widened. His jaw tightened. “Your ass?”

She nodded once.

He grinned for a moment. “Have you ever been taken there?” The hand that was cupping her mound, moved backwards so that his palm was over her pussy and the tips of his fingers were brushing her opening.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head. “I have these rules. I’ve had…” A client. “Someone touch me there, but never full blown…” She shook her head. “Like I said, I have these rules.”

“Not with me. Not by the time we are mated.”

“No, well, maybe…”

“Not with me.” A little firmer this time.

“Not with you, not when we reach that point,” a whisper. “I need to tell you—”

He covered her mouth with his and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Candy moaned into his mouth. Torrent broke the kiss. “We can talk later. Lie down, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come now.”

She swallowed. “Okay.” She did as he said.

Torrent straddled her. He kissed her lips and then her neck. Then he suckled on her nipples until she was mewling like a day old kitten. She dug her fingers into his hair.

“You have amazing breasts. Fuck, Candy.”

“They’re not real.” Why the hell did she say that? What was wrong with her? It was like she was trying to sabotage this.

“Yes, they are.” He frowned.

“No, I mean they’re fake, silicone.” Was she trying to completely destroy the mood? Her pussy sure as hell hoped not. No more talking about bullshit!

“Oh.” Understanding flared in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. They are a part of you now.” He cupped them in his hands and pinched her nipples between his fingers. A zing of need raced through her. It was also strangely liberating to have told him. She’d never told any of her clients. Torrent wasn’t a client. Not even close. She was thankful he was okay with it. Hopefully he would take the rest of the news just as well. She tried not to think about it.

Torrent kissed his way down her stomach. He positioned himself between her legs, taking ahold of each of her thighs in his big hands. His eyes were focused between her legs.

“Even your pussy is a thing of beauty. You have a big, beautiful clit.”

“Excuse me?”