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“Volunteer.”

“Not an option. I already struggle enough to pay my bills without adding a catch and release program to it.” Seeing his mouth twitch – clearly ready to argue or offer me a handout I don’t want – pushes me to playfully suggests, “Let’s play strip facts!”

“What the fuck is that?”

“Basically, strip poker with fish facts.”

The corner of his lips curl in obvious curiosity. “I’m listening.”

“Our clothes are currency. We place bets on my ability to impress you with my marine knowledge of the creatures currently in this room.”

“So, you impress me, I take off whatever I bet, you don’t, and you take off whatever you did?”

“Why did you feel the need to clarify that like I was speaking fucking Klingon?”

“That’s not a real language.”

“Debtable.”

“No Google assistance?” Wes cautiously questions, ignoring my retort. “You can only use what you already know?”

“Do you just like the sound of your own voice?”

“How do you know I won’t be dishonest simply to see you naked sooner?”

“You didn’t last night when you had a chance to fuck me faster, I trust that you’ll operate on the same scale.”

Surprise over the statement unhinges his jaw.

Unevens his breath.

We probably could’ve banged this morning had we not had to scarf down “this is all I had in the fridge toast” in between shots of fruit juice so that he could make a morning meeting.

Gotta say.

I like dating a man with a career.

I don’t like dating a man who can’t occasionally pause it to get laid.

“You in or what?” The waggling of my eyebrows spurs a full smile to grow.

“Are there any other terms or rules or conditions?”

“Phone off.” My chin kicks to the vibrating device in his palm prior to sliding my hands in my back jean pockets. “All the interruptions are kind of a mood killer.”

His shoulders instantly plummet in regret. “Sorry.”

“Not the best date behavior I’ve ever endured but not the worst.”

“Do I wanna know the worst?”

“Do you really wanna talk about my exes or do you wanna get naked for me?”

“You wanna see me naked?”

“I always wanna see you naked…” Another teasing bouncing of brow is given. “At least this way it’s fun and informative for you.”

Louder, more filled with life laughter floods the large space as he shakes his head in amusement. “You’re on.” He cranes his face forward to add, “Because I always wanna see you naked too.”

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