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Clarke returned the squeeze, then she bit her lip. “So, don’t take this the wrong way.”
A single eyebrow rose on Anya’s face. “That means whatever you’re going to say is probably the wrong thing.”
With a slight bob of her head, Clarke seemed to agree. Yet, she opened her mouth. “If its the binder of donors that’s making you second-guess things, maybe tell Warm Hands that you know an alpha who would be willing to donate.”
Anya withdrew the contact. Her mouth opened as she took a step back.
“Not like that.” One hand covered Clarke’s crotch and the other pulled the sheet tighter across her breasts. “I meant, I could… the cup. I could do it in the cup. Not… I didn’t mean that I would…. That I want to…. Fuck.” She waved her hand between them; karate chopped her fragmented sentences. “I’m sorry. Just forget it. I mean, that was so… rude. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to over step, and I didn’t--”