Page 64 of Red King

“Where would these activities take place?” I ask.

“In a bed. Preferably your bed. It would be easier for me to sneak into your place than for you to sneak into the castle. I would suggest a bed for the first time. I want time and four walls. Like I said earlier, I want to savor you. After that, we can get creative. This desk.” He looks down at the gleaming wood. “Against that wall. As long as it happens often but doesn’t go on for too long, I think we’ll be golden.”

“If we do this, I can’t report to you, Arctic.”

“Does that mean you’re thinking about it?” he smirks.

Damn him!

“I’m thinking about it, but I haven’t agreed yet. Not by a long shot.”

He sniffs the air. “Your pussy is all in.”

“Do you always talk like that?”

“If by ‘like that’ you mean if I’m always direct? Yes. Your pussy is wet. You want me to fuck you. You’re shaking, you want it so much. You just need to talk yourself into it. Let me know when you’re ready to proceed and if you need to add any rules of your own. I will look forward to hearing from you. You have my number.”

He’s too much.

I should turn him down flat, but I can’t. I will give it some thought, and then I’ll turn him down. I have to.

I stand. My legs are shaking. My clit is still throbbing. I’ve never been this turned on by words alone. One touch and I think I would go off like a rocket.

“You’re seriously arrogant; you know that, right?” I tell him in a soft voice.

“You’re mistaking confidence for arrogance. I sincerely hope you’ll agree. It’s a good proposal.”

“We’ll see.” I start to turn toward the door.

“Paisley.” His voice is like a caress.

I turn back.

“Don’t make me wait too long.”

I face the door again.

“Oh, and, Paisley.”

“What?” I sound annoyed.

Arctic grins. “If you have some perfume in your purse, you should apply it to mask the scent of your arousal.”

My cheeks go blood red. It can’t be that bad. I rummage in my purse and pull out my aerosol deodorant, which I spray all over me.

“Better?”

“Not by a long shot, but yes, you have adequately masked your scent.”

“Can I go now?”

He throws me a half smile and nods once.

I leave, my heart pounding and my gut churning.

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Paisley

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