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deeper.
    “So, what do you think?”
    Her teeth retract, her lower lip turning down at the corners. “Well… I don’t… I’m definitely surprised. I don’t know what to say. I didn’t… I mean, to each his own, and all that.”
    To each his own? “What?”
    “I’m not usually one to judge. I try hard not to, anyway. But… I’m sorry, Logan… this is… this is fucked up.”
    Fucked up? “What?”
    She gestures toward the bed. “This.”
    I smile. “Yeah, it’s different.”
    Her frown reaches her eyes. “I guess. I mean, that’s one way of saying it,” she says, her voice off, edgy, maybe even angry.
    She’s obviously stressed over this stupid-assed bed my ex designed. I thought I’d get a big belly laugh out of my angel. “Sam, it’s just a bed. I don’t…?”
    She holds up her hand. “I’m sorry, Logan. I have no right to judge your fetish, but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I just… well, I can’t see you as a… manbaby. I don’t even know what it’s called, to be perfectly honest. What do you call it?”
    “Manbaby?”
    “Oh, I did get it right. So, is this a… mancrib?” she asks, nodding toward the bed.
    Manbaby? Mancrib? Fetish? I put it all together. Holy shit, angel! She thinks I’m into man diapers. I smile to myself. For thinking I sleep in a mancrib, my angel, I’m going to tease you a bit. I am a manbaby, after all. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I thought you’d be into it. You struck me as the nurturing and mothering type.”
    She swallows, her sun-kissed skin turning pale. “I don’t think you’d call… whatever you call it, nurturing and mothering. That’s just plain… wrong,” she says, obviously horrified.
    “I know you’re a strong woman, and like to be in charge. It’s the perfect role for someone like you.”
    Her big ocean eyes open wide. “I might be a strong woman; but good God, I’m not that kind of strong.”
    I fold my manbaby arms over my chest. “I’m not usually wrong about a woman’s character,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
    “Well, I’m sorry but you’re off by friggin’ miles.” She spreads her arms wide. “I’m mean big ass friggin’ miles.”
    “Why do you look so horrified? Think about it as a mothering, gentler form of domination.”
    Her beautiful skin pales further. “Fuck, Logan. That’s just… It’s just…”
    “Don’t knock it until you try it, angel.”
    She holds her stomach. “I think I’m going to ralph.”
    I give her a disappointed faux frown. “All I ask is that you open your mind, angel. How about I get some toys and props and we give it a trial run. Then if you’re not into it…”
    “Toys? Props?” she spouts.
    “Yeah. You know bottles, diapers, binkies, that kind of stuff.”
    “Holy hell,” she says, holding her hand over her mouth. “I’m going to ralph in my mouth,” she mumbles behind her hand.
    I can’t hold in my hysteria any longer. I lose it big time. I laugh so damn hard, I have to bend over, putting my hands on my knees so I don’t fall to the ground and roll around like a manbaby.
    Sam tackles me and we fall to the carpet, laughing. “You asswipe! Oh, my God. I really thought you were a manbaby.”
    I wipe happy tears from my eyes. “Manbaby. Mancrib. The look on your face, angel; fucking priceless.”
    She sits on top of me, playfully hitting me in the chest with her small fists. Her effort at punishment just makes me laugh harder.
    I roll on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. She stops laughing; so do I. All kidding is forgotten. I look down at this gorgeous, sexy as hell woman and send her a message as old as time.
    Her pupils dilate and her pulse quickens underneath my palms—message received.
    I lower, giving her some of my weight as I press my aching, throbbing cock into her. “Angel,” I whisper, my lips floating just above hers.
    “Logan.”
    I trace her lips with the tip of my tongue. She moans, her lips parting,