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is a
fucking pervert.
    “ If
you can't keep quiet, we'll have to move on to a different activity,”
he said and his voice, for a split second, was sweet as pie, nice and
gooey, gentle. Then he was reaching out and grasping me by the
shoulders, pushing me down to my knees hard. I hit the tiles with a
curse and a small surge of pain. Again, it was just enough to tease
my senses, to remind me that I was alive, and not enough to freak me
out or damage my body. Oh my god, I think this shit is
getting me off. I had a sudden and irrational fear that I was
going to turn into Anastasia Steele and start spouting off things
about my inner goddess and referring to my fucking cunt as down
there.
    “ Stop,”
I said as Preston began to slide his condom off, one painful inch at
a time.
    “ The
word is kitten, remember?” he said and then he was tearing the
rubber off and flashing me with the dick from my pic. You know when
you get a package (pun intended) in the mail and go to review it
online and there's always that option that says, Was this item as
described? Well, Preston's cock was a real life replica of that
perfect picture, long and curved and glimmering with a silver ring.
    I
swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I wanted to suck him off, watch
him shudder in my mouth, but I had to put a brief stop to this, just
long enough that I could think. I hadn't been doing a whole lot of
that since yesterday, so wrapped up was I in this whole secret
admirer/Quinn/sex trip I'd been on. There was more to me than just
this, sure. I was a kick ass checker player, a fond patron of rare
cheeses, and a complete and utter sucker for poorly written romance
novels. I had to know that Quinn was after more than just some pet
he could parade around on command.
    “ Kitten,”
I said and I nearly cried when Preston sighed and squatted down next
to me. I reached out and brushed some wet hair from his forehead,
desperately wishing that he had on his glasses. Somehow those made
him seem easier to talk to.
    “ What's
the matter, Pussy Cat?” he asked and I couldn't help but
shiver. “Are we moving too fast?”
    “ I'm
not here to play submissive for you,” I said and Preston
blinked his big, brown eyes back at me like I was an idiot. It was
hard to focus on them when his nipples looked so pert and yummy in
the steamy air of the shower. “I don't mind a bit of rough
sex,” I continued and didn't even blush when I said it. “But
I'm not a toy.”
    Rational
Andi: Told you. You're a fucking perv.
    Horny
Andi: I know, right? Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if she
tried to pash either one of us.
    I
told my inner voices to go screw themselves (in the privacy of my own
brain, thank you very much) and watched Preston carefully as his
smile lost some of its heat and took on some of that studious
confidence that had attracted me to him before.
    “ You
know when I first knew that I liked you,” he began as he ran
his tongue across his moist lips. Swoon. “When you
gave that presentation in Intro to Genetics.” I stared at him
for a long moment while the guys outside our shower stall snapped at
one another with wet towels and engaged in other questionable
behavior.
    “ I
don't get it,” I admitted as my body pulsed and begged me to
cut the crap and save the heart to hearts for after the big O.
    “ I
could tell you were strong,” he continued. “The way you
spoke, the conviction in your voice, the confidence in your face. We
can play rough, but trust me, I'd never want to break you.”
    “ Is
this just about sex?” I ventured. I mean, I wasn't going to
get down on my knees and beg the guy to marry me, but I also knew
that I wanted to explore a relationship outside of just the bedroom.
I think that's why I'd been so hesitant to hook up with Quinn,
despite my intense attraction to the man. I had a feeling that all
he really wanted was to bang bodies.
    “ I
hope not,” Preston said and that was that, I was done talking.
His face was too cute and his