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That was a little kiss? The hair on my arms rises when I imagine what a big kiss must be like. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about it since yesterday. Or not a lot. A normal amount of thinking. I could use real-world experience to make my books more vivid and realistic. That’s all this is,” I clarify before he gets the wrong idea. “Research. Totally professional.”
“Totally professional.” I can’t tell whether he means it or he’s making fun of me.
“And we need some rules,” I continue before I lose my nerve. “There has to be a safe word. That much, I know.”
“Safe word?” He arches an eyebrow. “I take it we’re not talking about straight-up vanilla sex here.”
“I don’t write about that a whole lot.”
“Trust me. I got the idea the day we met.”
He’ll never let that go, will he? “That’s all this is. Research. Physical stuff only, there won’t be anything else beyond that. No feelings or anything.”
“I’m fine with that.”
He’s wearing a satisfied grin when he picks up his utensils and digs back into breakfast. “When do you want to start?”
“Calm your tits, sweetie,” I quip. “That’s not the only rule.”
“My tits? Sweetie?” he echoes in disbelief.
“Yes—actually, no. I mean, whatever, just listen. You can deviate from what I’ve written a little bit, but I would like you to stay pretty close to it. I also don’t want you to do anything that could permanently mark or hurt me, which hopefully goes without saying.”
“Agreed.” He nods. “What about birth control?”
“I’m on the shot,” I blurt out. “I’ve never been tested for anything, but obviously I’ve never had sex before—and I never fully sit down on the toilet at a gas station, so I shouldn’t have any diseases.”
He opens his mouth like he is going to say something but then snaps his lips shut and shakes his head.
“What about you? Any STDs you know of?”
“No, and I do get tested regularly,” he reveals. “I would prefer to go without a condom, then, but it’s up to you.”
“I’m okay with that,” I agree.
“Okay, so let me ask again. When are we getting this party started?”
As far as I’m concerned, we could start right now. Sweep the dishes off the table and get down to work. “This afternoon,” I decide, since I’ll want time to get ready.
With a nod, he replies, “It just so happens I have nothing better to do this afternoon.”
Now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back.
And now I don’t know whether I want time to speed up or slow down, because even though we’ll be using a safe word and I could stop things before they even start, I have a feeling nothing will be the same after today.
Chapter Ten
Adrian
I can hardly believe this is happening. When I told June that I have nothing better to do, I was definitely lying. I swear, my dick made me do it. I really should be on high alert, making sure Victor’s plans don’t change. Instead, I’m getting ready to live out my sexy little smut writer’s fantasy.
As I pace the living room, June’s nervous plea rings in my memory. “Remember. What I wrote . . . it’s just fiction.” Her tight little laugh was the punctuation mark at the end of a statement that was much deeper than it appeared on the surface. I understand that, now that I’ve read the chapter she gave me. One involving bondage, blindfolding.
She’s never been touched, and that’s where she wants to start?
My dick is already tingling and thickening in anticipation. One thing is clear after reading June’s work: She’s a hell of a writer. I was almost tempted to stroke myself off while reading her surprisingly vivid descriptions of every caress, every lick, every stroke. The only thing that stopped me was knowing I’d have the real thing soon enough.
It’s hard not to read too much into her choice of chapters, which she’s pulled from her Google Docs for me to read. “I wrote this one not long ago, and I really liked the way it turned out.” I sensed there was more to it than that, but I took mercy and kept my thoughts to myself, noting her burning cheeks but saying nothing about them. Then she scurried off to get ready, leaving me to read and imagine how to make her fantasy real.
