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“Morning snack?” I joke as I pick up the popsicle sticks she has out on the bathroom counter.

Aisling straightens as she turns to look at me with a funny look on her face. “What?”

“The popsicle sticks.” I grab two from the pile and hold them up. “Did you eat the whole box?”

I know she has a sweet tooth, but damn it’s not even seven a.m.

Aisling looks between me and the pile of sticks on the counter before she laughs so hard her tits are bouncing. “Those aren’t from popsicles.”

“Then what the fuck are they?”

“Holy shit, this shouldn’t be so funny.” She blows a breath out as she wipes the tears in her eyes. “They’re for the wax.”

“Wax?” I ask, my brows rising.

“For body hair or whatever.” She shrugs before turning back to the mirror and plucking another hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Plucking this stupid chin hair that keeps growing back. It’s only one too, so it’s extra annoying. Usually, I do it in the car because, for some reason, the car mirrors show everything, and I mean everything, but I forgot yesterday.”

“I meant with the wax. No offense, baby doll, but I don’t give a fuck about a chin hair.”

“Oh,” she says, straightening back up as she looks at the sticks. “I’m going to wax after my shower.”

Is she talking about what I think she’s talking about?

“You were going to wax your pussy and not invite me?” I ask, feigning hurt.

“I didn’t know it was a group activity,” she says, sarcasm lacing her tone as she smiles.

“If your pussy is involved, it will always be a couple’s activity,” I correct as I cross my arms. “I’ve been meaning to ask if you were growing it out, but now I’m curious what you’re going to do with it.”

“Are you into a full-on bush?”

“Doesn’t bother me any.” I shrug. Hair or no hair, my dick is still going in. “You going to answer my question?”

“I was just going to do the usual.”

The usual is a neat little landing strip that leads me home.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Aisling asks as she looks at me through the mirror.

“How much convincing would it take for you to make your landing strip an L?” I ask, trying my chances. I fully expected her to shoot me down, but there’s no way I’m missing this opening.

She studies me for a moment. I expect her to tell me to fuck all the way off.

“I guess since you drank your milk like a good boy it’s only fair that you deserve a reward.”

Every time she calls me a good boy, it goes straight to my dick.

“You need to shower first?” I ask, my voice gruff.

“Uh huh,” Aisling answers.

“Then get the fuck in, baby doll. We don’t got all day. I need to wax my pussy.”

“Who said you’re waxing me?” she asks as she pulls out a container of wax beads from a drawer and fills up the warmer.