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thing one human being could do to another. She didn’t cheek kiss people she didn’t know, let alone suck their dicks.
    Her empty sheath clenched, and she winced, anticipating pain. Instead it was only a mild soreness. Nothing like the cramps she’d had before her last surgery. Even wearing a tampon had been too painful, and the thought of trying to have someone shove their dick in there made her wince. God, what if the sadist wanted to have sex with her right away? What if he liked her pain so much he wouldn’t listen to her if she said no? Unease crept down her spine. Yeah, Jesse had told her Bryan was geared more toward sadistic sexual torture than physical torture, but fuck, she didn’t know if she wanted anyone to torture anything on her. Then again, she didn’t need him to hurt her. Her body already did that on its own. Most people didn’t understand how good it felt to be somewhat normal.
    She desperately wanted to be normal again.
    Taking a deep breath, she tried to let the negativity out. In this world a person attracted what they gave out, good or bad, and she’d like to stay on the right side of karma.
    A soft chime sounded, and Kira stood and smoothed her dress over her hips. Her big hips. One of the results of her injury had been inactivity, but she continued to eat like she burned twenty-five-hundred calories a day. As a result she’d put on weight, a lot, like, a dangerous amount that hurt her healing bones. She’d managed through exercise and eating kinda right to get back down to a size 16, but it was a far cry from the size 4 she used to wear. Swallowing hard, she hoped Bryan wasn’t disappointed by her.
    Jesse walked in with Bryan, who had to be the most fuckable man she’d ever seen. All sinfully good, dark looks and more charisma than JFK. Seriously, he was the kind of guy who could enter a room and every woman turned to take a second look. Trying to roll her tongue back into her mouth, she mentally scolded herself. It didn’t matter if Bryan was a Jedi between the sheets. She wasn’t screwing up her body for anyone.
    Their eyes met, and everything inside her tightened. The first rush of desire, electric and fierce, actually knocked her back a step. Her heel wobbled at her awkward move, and she almost fell but got her balance in time. Embarrassment burned through her, making her face heat with a rush of blood while her body was still deep in lust.
    Great first impression. He looked like a sex god, and she looked like a spaz.
    He didn’t walk across the room toward her. That would have been too mundane. This man with his piercing, dark eyes and sin-black hair prowled across the room. It wasn’t an exaggerated movement; it was a change in his demeanor. As his gaze held hers, his full lips curved in a smile. She knew women who would kill to have lips like his, herself included. She’d been cursed with her mother’s pretty but thin lips.
    He stopped about six inches from her. Inside her comfort zone but not pushing her into the red, panicky area yet. His impeccable suit clung to his lean, powerful figure. The scent of his masculine, delicious cologne wafted toward her, and she took a deep breath, enjoying how it reminded her of the ocean in Norway.
    Cold, crisp, and potentially deadly.
    Giving her a very visible once-up, once-down look he tapped his lips and stepped back. Looking up at her face, he smiled. “Well, eating pussy certainly has been good for you. Seems to have mellowed and filled you out.” He had a wonderful English accent that made even his insult sound sensual.
    She gaped at him, unsure if he was trash-talking her or being a dick. Either way, if he thought she was the kind of girl who wouldn’t talk shit right back, he didn’t know anything about women. “I see you’ve been fasting.”
    His eyes widened the tiniest bit, and she swore he wanted to laugh, but his expression remained closed. Her pussy continued to tighten as her gaze locked with his.
    There was something