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I smirk at Molly. I have her right where I want her now. Shoving my hesitation aside, I bowl forward.

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“Okay, honey, what do you want if you win?” I curl my hand at the base of her neck gently tickling the skin there. She’s chewing that damn lip again and it’s killing me. My dick is so hard if this toy cat wasn’t protecting me, my sexy little roommate would know exactly how I feel about her.

“You’re on party cleanup. Alone. No help from me.” She side-eyes me, crossing her arms.

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I cock my head and press my lips, my brow furrowing. “First, if you think I’m planning on living in this mess until the bet ends, you’re wrong. And second, were you even planning on helping me clean up?” We both know she wasn’t. This party was my idea and I forced it on her. I did, however, do it with the best of intentions.

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My best friend is the least social person I’ve ever met and she spends too much time alone. Especially when I travel. And she always refuses to go with me, even when I offer to buy her a ticket. My little Molly-bear has more pride in her pinky finger than most people have in their entire bloodline.

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I hate leaving her alone. Not just for social reasons. I worry about her. Our apartment is in a decent enough neighbourhood, but stuff happens, and her knowing our neighbours means she’ll have people to go to for help. And I’ll have people to ask to watch out for her. Just not 507. Nope. 507 can keep his damn Bigfoot paws off my Molly-bear.

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“Think bigger, Moll. Make it count.”

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Her expression grows suspicious. “Are you sure you don’t have inside information?”

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I lean down and kiss the top of her head, lingering there for a minute longer than I should, breathing in her clean fresh scent. “Promise, I don’t. I do have eyes though and he’s been staring at you all night.” I poke her in the ribs and she giggles, swatting my hand away.

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“Okay,” she says, elongating the ‘ay.’ “Hmm, well then, I want…blueberry pancakes every Saturday for three months…” She pauses, eyeing the ceiling and suddenly uncrossing her arms to point one finger in the air, smiling wickedly. God, I love her wicked smile. “And we trade cars for a month. You drive Pink.”

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I groan, pretending to be put out by the prospect of driving her pink jalopy. But I’m not. I’d rather she drive my BMW anyway. First, it’s newer, thus more reliable, and second, it won’t fold into an accordion if it’s in an accident. I’ll gladly take the risk over her. Her ancient jeep doesn’t even have doors. It’s an anxiety attack for me every time she drives anywhere farther than her job ten minutes away.

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“Okay, okay. I’m picking something good, if I have to drive that junker all month.” I roll my lips, feigning deep thought. “I’ve got it.” I give her a sly, controlled, half-smile. It hopefully hides the galloping in my chest. “Oh, you’re going to hate this.” I laugh evilly.

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“I’m ready. Lay it on me!” She reaches down and squeezes my thigh.

Fuck me. I almost gasp the words aloud at her touch.

“I get to be your daddy-dom for the month.”