Comfort Eagle
Level of Cherry Feather
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One of the 50 Shades books apparently has a very brief part.
I sink my teeth into the kiss-swelled fullness of my bottom lip, fighting the giggle trying to escape when his look turns to surprise, my own amused face telling him that I know all about his little illicit baby-making searches. After a fleeting second of bewilderment a sheepish grin cracks over his face.
He shakes his head, chuckling, “You got me.”
I give in to my welling giggles, letting them spill, relieved at seeing the ever mercurial shift of his emotions, “Baby-making research eh?”
Propping himself up on his elbows, he hovers over me, looking smug, “Uh-huh, I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.”
Before I know what’s happening he captures my wrists, pins my legs with his and tickles my sides.
I squirm and yelp, giggling uncontrollably, “No! Stop!” I snort, trying to roll away from his persistent fingers. The gleam in his eye alone is proof that he’s enjoying himself way too much to stop.
“Stop!” I squeal again. “I’m trying to make a baby here!” Finally, with my eyes streaming, he relents to my breathless protests.