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“Gods, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs.

The awe and sincerity in his voice has butterflies exploding inside me. When was the last time anyone spoke to me like that? The genuine appreciation is intoxicating, but dangerous. If I’m not careful, my crush is going to get a whole lot worse by the end of this private.

CHAPTER 3

REN

I haveto keep reminding myself to breathe so I don’t pass out. All my body can seem to do is gape at the sight of Tiffany removing her dress while a large silicone minotaur cock lies on the bed behind her.

Why have I never done this before? Being able to actually speak with Tiffany, getting to hear what she promises is genuine excitement in her voice as we talk, is addictive. I’m still not entirely convinced that it isn’t part of her camgirl act, but I’m too turned on and infatuated with her to worry about that.

“You’re getting extra treats, Mango,” I murmur to myself, and Tiffany looks up at the camera, pausing right after hooking her fingers through the waistband of her panties.

“What’s that?” She arches a dark brow.

Crap, I guess my laptop mic picks up a lot more than I thought.

“Sorry,” I laugh sheepishly, glad that the camera isn’t on, not only because my glamor is down but because I know I’ve turned bright red. “I was, uh, thanking Mango. My cat. For accidentally requesting this private.”

She smiles softly, like she still doesn’t believe that Mango’s havoc isn’t an excuse.

“I would never have been brave enough to do this,” I continue. “I didn’t think I’d…”

Tiffany’s brow pinches slightly. “You’d what, big guy? You didn’t think you’d enjoy it?”

A disbelieving chuckle falls from my lips, pitched lower than usual because of how fucking turned on I am. “No, I knew I’d enjoy it. If I knew how much, I would’ve needed to find a second job by now to pay for how often I’d want to do this. Maybe sell a kidney.”

Shit. Maybe no treats for Mango. It’s her fault we’re going to be poor now.

She shakes her head and giggles, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. I get momentarily caught on the curve of her full lips and the sparkle of amusement in her eyes as she brushes her hair off her face.

Fuck, how is she so pretty? I wonder what it’d be like to kiss her. Her lips are wide and large for a human, but my mouth when I’m out of my glamor is huge. I’d have to be gentle. Let her take the lead instead of jamming my tongue into her mouth and accidentally suffocating her. I’d wait for her to press her tongueagainst the seam of my lips, begging me for entry, and only when she was panting with need against my mouth would I slide my tongue against hers, dipping into her mouth with careful control.

My cock jerks in my sweatpants at the thought, smearing pre-cum along the inside of my boxer briefs.

“Don’t sell your organs, Ren,” she says in mock chastisement.

My name falling from her lips in that slightly commanding tone is almost enough to make me spill in my pants.

“No?” I croak, squeezing my cock over my pants. I can’t take it out yet. I’ll come if I do.

Tiffany laughs again, leveling her gaze at the camera like she’s staring right into my eye. “No! Next time just don’t give me triple the tokens needed to have a private.”

“You’re worth it,” I reply immediately, cringing at how besotted I sound.

Her lashes flutter as a smile spreads across her features and maybe it’s the lighting, but I swear her cheeks have burnished. “Thank you, Ren. That’s incredibly kind of you to say. You’re always so sweet to me. If you’re not careful, I’m going to get just as addicted to you.”

Now Iknowshe’s acting. No one gets addicted to my goofy, clueless ass. “I thought you said you’d tell me the truth,” I say, keeping my tone teasing,so she doesn’t think I’m upset. The last thing I want is for Tiffany to think I’m angry at her for doing her job.

“I am!” she protests.

“Sure, and I’m not a big oaf who doesn’t deserve your time, even if I’m paying out the nose for the privilege.” I say it as a joke, but it must fall flat because Tiffany’s expression sobers.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. I don’t allow that kind of rudeness in my privates, whether it’s about me or about yourself. So unless you’re into degradation, cut it out. Are you?”

It takes me a second to realize she’s asked me a question because I’m so taken aback by her adamance. “Uh, no. I’m not.”

“Okay.” She nods, taking a moment to consider her words before speaking again. “Neither of us here is more deserving. I’m providing a service and you’re using said service. And even if there was some standard for being worthy of talking to me, you honestly think you’d fall short? Because Ren, you’ve been a consummate gentleman from the moment you first joined one of my lives.”