Page 157 of A Match Made in Vegas


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Or maybe it's something deeper and truer. Maybe he's been the person for me all along.

"I don't play fair either." I shift my hips enough to do away with my panties. Then I settle back between his legs. So I can feel his cock against my ass.

I need that.

And I'll have it.

Soon.

Very fucking soon.

"Are you safe?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"When were you last tested?" This is bad etiquette. I know better. But I don't care. I want it too badly to care. "I got tested at my yearly last month. I haven't been with anyone else since. If you're safe, we don't need to use a condom. I'm on birth control."

"Fuck." His entire body tightens. "And I thought I played dirty." He draws circles over my nipples. "It's been a while. And I was only with my ex before that. But I should retest first. Just in case."

My body whines. It wants to feel all of him against all of me. But that's smart. That's why people don't have this conversation with their clothes off. Because we're not good at being smart.

But I don't care.

I don't want to be smart right now.

"Can you do it tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yes." He pulls my top over my head. "I didn't answer your question."

"I had a question?"

He scrapes his teeth over my neck again. Softly. Then, hard enough, I feel it. He answers my question as if he's not torturing me exquisitely. What has he done in the name of relationships? "It depends how you define strange. It's not unusual for a woman to tie a man up. But it was strange for me."

My breath catches.

"You like the thought of it?" he asks.

"The role reversal." I nod.

"I did too. Enough to do it every so often," he says. "It's important to play the other role. So you know how the other person feels."

"That's responsible." Which I love. Really. But I don't want to talk about responsibility right now. I want to be dirty. "What was actually strange?"

"I wore a furry costume once."

"No."

"Yes." His laugh cuts the sexual tension in the air.

It's enough that I gather my wits. I need to strategize. To figure out how I can drive him out of his mind.

"In college, I spent three months saying yes to everything. It was an exercise. I hated it, but it was good for me. It forced me out of my comfort zone."

"What else did you try?"

"I watched a woman with another man. And she wanted me with another woman."

"Would you do it again?" I ask.

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