Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Is that a martini?” I ask.
“Yeah, you want one?”
“Maybe just a sip of yours.”
I’m expecting him to slide his drink toward me, but, instead, he takes a long gulp of his drink, grabs my face, leans into me, and kisses me deeply, letting the delicious fluid in his mouth gush into mine.
“Holy shitballs,” I say when he pulls away from my lips. “That was so freakin’ hot.” I laugh.
He licks his lips. “So do you think you’d be up for letting me watch you with a woman? I’d really enjoy it.”
I pause. “I’m not bisexual.”
He shrugs. “You don’t need to be. You wouldn’t have to do much to make me very happy. You could do as little or as much as you’d want. What you do isn’t really the point of it for me.”
He slides his martini to me, reading my mind, and I take a long sip.
“You wouldn’t have to do anything that makes you even remotely uncomfortable. You’d be surprised how little it takes to make me a very happy boy.”
My pulse is pounding in my ears. “I think it would depend,” I say. I put down the drink.
“On what?”
“On who the other woman was.”
He smiles broadly.
“In college, my friend and I were both totally weirded out afterwards and we never got back to normal,” I say. “The experience pretty much ruined our friendship.”
He leans forward, his eyes locked onto mine, and cups my jawline in his palm. “What if you could pick the woman? And do as little or as much as you pleased with her?”
I swallow hard. My heart is beating wildly. “It... would... be totally up to me?” I stammer.
He leans back and drops his hand from my face, his eyes ablaze. “The question wouldn’t be whether the woman turns me on—the only question would be whether she turns you on. If so, that would do wonders for me.”
My head is spinning. “Would you ultimately join in and have sex with both of us—or just with me?”
“What would you prefer?”
“Just with me.”
“Then that’s what I’d do.”
“You’d have to swear not to lose control and start fucking the other woman.”
He scoffs. “Kat, I’m not an animal. I don’t ‘lose control’ and start fucking people like a dog humping a leg. I’m not some sort of sex offender.”
I think my heart is medically palpitating. “Because if you started having any kind of sexual contact with the other woman, then I’d get crazy-jealous.”
Josh shoots me a look that says “no shit” but he doesn’t say anything.
“If we did it, it wouldn’t be all about making me jealous, right? It’d be about turning me on—and, therefore, you?”
“Correct.”
“Making me jealous wouldn’t be some sort of secret, ulterior motive?” I feel like my heart’s gonna hurtle right out of my chest. “You wouldn’t tell me one thing beforehand, just to get me to do it, and then blindside me later, right?”
His face melts into total sincerity. He puts both hands on my cheeks this time and leans his forehead against mine. “Kat, I’d never blindside you, in any context. Sexual or otherwise.”
My heart is racing so fast, I’m practically yelping for air. “Because I’d only do it if the other woman was gonna be the third wheel, not me.” I can’t believe I’m negotiating the terms of this. How did this conversation go from hypotheticals to actual negotiation so quickly?
“I’d respect that,” he says. “One hundred percent. It’d be all about you. I wouldn’t lay a finger on the other woman if you didn’t want me to. Not even a pinky.”
I’m having a hard time pushing air into my lungs. “That’s what I’d want,” I say. “Not a finger. Absolutely no contact between you and the other woman. It’d be all about me and you.”
“Done.” His eyes are like lit torches.
“And you’d sit and watch?”
“I would.”
“Would you jack off?”
“If that’s something you’d be okay with.”
“Yes.”
“Then, yes.”
“But you wouldn’t come. I’d want you to be able to fuck me. Really hard.”
He shudders. “When I got to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore, I’d pull you aside and tell the other woman to leave and I’d fuck the shit out of you.”
I’m breathless. My skin is bursting with heat. I slide from my chair to sit on his lap and he wraps his arms around me. “Or, who knows,” I purr, “maybe you’d tell her to stay and watch—see what she’s missing out on?” I can’t believe I just said that. This man brings out a whole new level of naughty in me.
Clearly, Josh can’t believe I just said that, either. “If that’s what you’d want, absolutely,” he says. “Totally up to you.”
I can barely breathe. “And she wouldn’t be anyone either of us knows?” I say softly. “Nobody you know?”
“It’d be whoever you pick, babe. Anyone at all, as long as she tests clean. I don’t give a fuck who she is. It’s all about you.”