“No.” Baylee averted her gaze and lied through her teeth.

Last night, as she drifted in and out of sleep, she did remember… something. But she had thought it had been a dream. She was an adult woman with a boyfriend, so it was natural for her to have wet dreams, right? But if Marvin said that something had indeed happened, then it couldn’t have been a dream. Baylee thought long and hard about it, but she couldn’t say for certain whether it had been real.

“But I… That can’t be right, because I don’t have any…”

Marvin dropped his head to her shoulder and began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Baylee nudged him, utterly bewildered now.

Marvin took a deep breath, raised his head, and held up three fingers on his right hand—his index, middle, and ring fingers. “I used these to serve you,” he smiled.

Baylee blushed again, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. No, this was unacceptable. She refused to acknowledge it!

“You… But why didn’t you just…” She turned away from him, frustrated, unable to look at his hand anymore. “Does that mean I could have gone all the way? I thought you didn’t want to.”

Marvin’s face softened with regret, but Baylee didn’t know how to respond. She was trying to think of a way to change the subject when, before she could react, she found herself lying on her back, pinned against the sofa. Then, Marvin was kissing her.

His kiss was passionate, urgent—nothing like the careful tenderness he usually showed her. This time, he was like a beast finally set free after years of restraint.

Their eyes locked through the kiss. Baylee’s were wide with surprise, while Marvin’s were heavy with unmistakable desire.

He pulled back briefly to catch his breath. “You saw me getting a boner?” he asked, still panting. “When did that happen?”

Baylee was caught off guard. Why was he asking about that now? She thought he hadn’t heard what she said earlier! “When you stayed over at my place, after I came out of the shower that one time…”

Marvin’s chuckle was low as the memory came back to him. “Ah, now it makes sense. You started keeping your distance after that day. I’m sorry, I guess. I should’ve hidden it better.”

“Stop talking about that!”

She was mortified. How could he be so shameless, so vulgar?

“Hey, I can do it, right?” Marvin asked, his voice thick with desire, as if his very life depended on it.

Baylee was at a loss for words. How could he ask her something like that, so directly, in broad daylight?

“Do you give me permission, Baylee?” Marvin swooped in for another, shorter kiss. “This is your last chance to say no.”

Marvin refrained from pressuring Baylee into engaging in intimate moments with him.

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