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)
“That’s fine.”
She looks on edge.
I cup her face in my hand. “Hey, if you’re not into it, we don’t have to do that one. I mean, if this were real life, I never would have told you about that whole thing in the first place.”
“What do you mean ‘if this were real life’? This isn’t real life?”
I’m stumped. Of course, this isn’t real life. This is Las Vegas. This is saving the world. This is fantasy-fulfillment. “I meant, if we were, you know, dating like usual. If you hadn’t read my application. Due to the circumstances, you know stuff about me no other woman ever has.”
There’s an awkward silence.
“We don’t have to do the thing with another woman. Seriously,” I say.
She sighs. “Josh, I want to do it. I wanna pretend I’m just a girl in The Club and that you’ve paid to do whatever you did with all those girls, exactly the way you did it.” She pauses. “Wait, no. Not exactly. I don’t want you to touch the other woman. Not a pinky.”
“I know. We already agreed to that. I wouldn’t even want to touch the other girl, honestly. Not if I was with you. That’d be like macking down on canned Spaghetti O’s when I’ve got a plate of homemade pasta right in front of me.” I touch the slight cleft in her chin. “A pretty dumb thing to do.”
Her cheeks flush. “But it’s still gonna turn you on? Even though you’ve already done it with all those girls?”
“Honestly, I was pretty done with the whole thing after my month in The Club—it gets kinda old after you’ve done it a couple times, especially when you don’t give a shit about either woman. But the thought of doing it with you.” I shudder with arousal at the very thought. I stroke her hair for a moment. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m...” I stop myself from saying anything more. I bite my lip and drop my hand from her hair. Shit.
“Someone you’re what?” she asks, her interest obviously piqued. She tilts her head.
“Someone I’m...” I stop again. Nope. I really shouldn’t say that to her.
“What?”
There’s a long beat.
“What were you gonna say, Josh?” she asks. She weaves her fingers into mine. “Tell me.”
I clear my throat. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m really attracted to beyond the physical,” I say softly.
She smirks. “That’s really sweet. Thank you. But it’s not what you were about to say.”
I pause. I can’t say what I was gonna say. It’s too much too soon.
“Someone what?” she prompts. “Come on. We’re still playing the honesty-game, aren’t we?”
“I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m in a relationship with,” I say evenly.
There’s a long silence.
Shit.
Fuck.
She’s just staring at me, not saying anything, her hand interwoven in mine.
What am I doing? What am I saying? Why isn’t she saying anything?
I pull my hand out of hers and run it through my hair. Goddammit. I should have just said “someone I’m dating.” That would have been a safer bet. But are Kat and I even dating? I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. This whole time in Vegas together has been so bizarre and concentrated and amazing—I can’t make heads or tails of what we’d call what we’re doing in real life.
Kat sighs and sets her jaw, apparently coming to some sort of decision.
“I think we should be exclusive,” she says definitively.
My heart physically stops beating for a second. Holy fucking shit.
“At least during this fantasy-exchange thing,” she adds quickly.
My stomach bursts with butterflies. My cheeks burst into flames. “Yeah, good idea,” I say quickly. “I think so, too.”
Her face is on fire. “Because I like not using condoms with you,” she continues. “I like feeling you inside me with nothing between us. But I’m only willing to continue that way if we’re exclusive.”
“I agree.” Now my heart is racing. Holy shit. My chest physically hurts. “Shit, I don’t wanna go back to condoms, ever, as long as I live.” Oh shit. What am I saying? What did I just imply?
“Good.” Her cheeks flush. “Condoms are hereby banished. Gone.” She clears her throat. “For as long as you want.” She takes a deep breath. “You know, at least during the time while we’re”—she takes another deep gulp of air—“doing our fantasy thing.” She makes a weird face.
I nod, my heart still racing like a runaway train. “Agreed.”
“Good,” she says. “Yep. Done. Exclusive.”
“Yep. We’re officially exclusive as of right now. You and me.”
She grins. “Okay. Good.”
“Great.”
“I’m all yours.”
My entire body jolts at the sound of those three words. I’m all yours, she just said to me. Holy hot fucking damn, I’ve got to sit down.
“Okay,” she says, almost to herself. She exhales loudly. “Cool.”
“Cool,” I say.
We sit and stare at each other, smiling, neither of us speaking.