Page 19 of Revelation

“Is that a martini?” I ask.

“Yeah, you want one?”

“Maybe just a sip of yours.”

I’m expecting him to slide his drink toward me, but, instead, he takes a long gulp of his drink, grabs my face, leans into me, and kisses me deeply, letting the delicious fluid in his mouth gush into mine.

“Holy shitballs,” I say when he pulls away from my lips. “That was so freakin’ hot.” I laugh.

He licks his lips. “So do you think you’d be up for letting me watch you with a woman? I’d really enjoy it.”

I pause. “I’m not bisexual.”

He shrugs. “You don’t need to be. You wouldn’t have to do much to make me very happy. You could do as little or as much as you’d want. What you do isn’t really the point of it for me.”

He slides his martini to me, reading my mind, and I take a long sip.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything that makes you even remotely uncomfortable. You’d be surprised how little it takes to make me a very happy boy.”

My pulse is pounding in my ears. “I think it would depend,” I say. I put down the drink.

“On what?”

“On who the other woman was.”

He smiles broadly.

“In college, my friend and I were both totally weirded out afterwards and we never got back to normal,” I say. “The experience pretty much ruined our friendship.”

He leans forward, his eyes locked onto mine, and cups my jawline in his palm. “What if you could pick the woman? And do as little or as much as you pleased with her?”

I swallow hard. My heart is beating wildly. “It... would... be totally up to me?” I stammer.

He leans back and drops his hand from my face, his eyes ablaze. “The question wouldn’t be whether the woman turnsmeon—the only question would be whether she turnsyouon. If so, that would do wonders for me.”

My head is spinning. “Would you ultimately join in and have sex with both of us—or just with me?”

“What would you prefer?”

“Just with me.”

“Then that’s what I’d do.”

“You’d have to swear not to lose control and start fucking the other woman.”

He scoffs. “Kat, I’m not an animal. I don’t ‘lose control’ and start fucking people like a dog humping a leg. I’m not some sort of sex offender.”

I think my heart is medically palpitating. “Because if you started having any kind of sexual contact with the other woman, then I’d get crazy-jealous.”

Josh shoots me a look that says “no shit” but he doesn’t say anything.

“If we did it, it wouldn’t be all about making me jealous, right? It’d be about turning me on—and, therefore, you?”

“Correct.”

“Making me jealous wouldn’t be some sort of secret, ulterior motive?” I feel like my heart’s gonna hurtle right out of my chest. “You wouldn’t tell me one thing beforehand, just to get me to do it, and then blindside me later, right?”

His face melts into total sincerity. He puts both hands on my cheeks this time and leans his forehead against mine. “Kat, I’dneverblindside you, in any context. Sexual or otherwise.”

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