Rex
I watch in fascination as what she just said registers with her. Now, I don't mean to be crude but, really? Special cat powers? p***y powers? Yes. Indeed I do have special p***y powers.
Without a doubt, I know that's not what she meant but my brain went there anyway. I'm as bad as a fifteen-year-old who has s*x on the brain 24/7. I don't, though. Not really. It's more that I love watching her blush and can't help myself.
She snorts, lifts the lid on the pizza box and grabs a slice, placing it on a plate.
"Here you go, perv," she teases.
I chuckle, accepting the plate and shift so I'm more comfortable. Malcom, however, doesn't move a muscle accept to climb farther into my lap.
"Thank you. And you're the one who said it, not me."
"It's not what I meant, though!" she cries out.
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