The second time getting waxed was better than the first, only because I knew what to expect.
It still hurt like hell.
When Mikhail asked me to get in position so he could wax my back end, Damien seemed to be very, very fascinated.
I knew my face was as red as a tomato when Mikhail was done and was applying some sort of gel on my skin.
“Perfect,” Damien commented.
A weird compliment, but I was still pleased. I must be getting as perverse as them.
“Fuck, the next two days are going to be hard,” Mikhail said gruffly.
I smiled. “I can still do … other things for you.”
My words were said softly, but Mikhail heard me.
He grinned. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”