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seven is unheard of. How many kids do you want?”
    I look up at him as if he’s confessed a murder.
    “I will never have kids, ever,” I say, turning away from him and feeling tears building up in my eyes. I feel him standing behind me and I can’t move or speak. I turn and he pulls me into his arms, and the tears are pouring down. I’m a product of bad blood; I won’t take the risk of bringing a child into this world, knowing where it comes from. I wipe my tears and turn to finish dinner. We don’t speak again until I’m pulling the cupcakes out of the fridge.
    “Showken, do you want a cupcake or two,” I say, as he has eaten everything already. After I fixed my plate and told him to eat as much as he wanted, he finished the other three stuffed chicken breasts and all of the potatoes. I couldn’t get upset, because he ate in silence and seemed to enjoy every bite.
    “Yes, I’ll have one,” h e says, moving to the sofa in front of the television. I see Bruiser is stuffed as he lies on his side, watching. I walk over and hand him a double chocolate cupcake; he sets it down on the table in front of him. I glance over and look at his chest, again. He has the best body ever.
    “Showken, you don’t like chocolate?” I ask peeling down my cupcake paper. I take a bite , and see him watching me, licking his lips.
    “Yes, I love chocolate, but I’ll wait to eat mine. You enjoy ,” he says, and his eyes roam my body. I can’t eat with him watching me like this. I take one more bite, and set it down. I stand and his hand touches my knee, oh, my body is way too responsive to him. I look up and he is smiling.
    “Wait, I want to eat my dessert now .” He gives a wicked smile, and I think my eyes will come out of my head. I’ve never had a guy so smooth. “Don’t I get to eat my dessert, Marilyn?” he asks, but I’m not sure why he’s asking. I know he’s speaking of something else. I’m 27 years old and I know when I see a horny man. He turns with one leg bent and the other on the floor as he faces me. I turn slowly to see him, and his sweat pants are hanging slightly from his waist. My body feels shaky inside.
    “Umm, Showken ?”
    “No, can I eat my dessert is the question I asked, and I want only a yes or no answer ,” he says, and I’m pretty sure a growl comes from him. That is not possible, he cannot growl. I glance at Bruiser and he’s sleeping, shit. What a great guard dog, sleeping on the job. We stare at each other and he’s not backing down, I’m not either. We just stare at each other. I think he will give up, but he doesn’t. After about five minutes, I give in.
    “Yes, you can .” He spins me around on the sofa and pulls my pants down so fast I’m blinking uncontrollably.
    “Thank you .” He grabs the cupcake and begins pushing up my shirt, smearing the frosting over my abdomen, sliding my panties down with his other hand he continues to smear frosting on my inner hips, moving towards my sex. When all of the frosting is gone, he stuffs the cupcake in his mouth and barely chews and swallows.
    “I like to eat my frosting last ,” he says, lowering his head. He starts licking me in long strokes, licking the chocolate off me. I should push him away. I should say no, but damn, it feels way too good to stop. I’m glad I shaved my privates, I’m sure frosting and hair don’t mix. He didn’t know that, though, maybe he’s a freak. I’m brought out of my thoughts fast, as each lick becomes hot to my body, literally. I can feel heat. It feels good, though, and a moan escapes my mouth, “Ahhh, Mmmm,” I hear and can’t believe I’m doing this. He spreads my legs farther apart, holding them up.
    “You are so delicious , Marilyn,” he says, going straight to my sex. Opening my folds with his tongue, he sucks and pulls on me. This is so crazy, I can’t believe myself. When I feel his tongue go inside me I scream, “AHHHHHHHHH!” He must like that, because he continues to hold my