Page 20 of Revelation

My heart is racing so fast, I’m practically yelping for air. “Because I’d only do it if the other woman was gonna be the third wheel, not me.” I can’t believe I’m negotiating the terms of this. How did this conversation go from hypotheticals to actual negotiation so quickly?

“I’d respect that,” he says. “One hundred percent. It’d be all about you. I wouldn’t lay a finger on the other woman if you didn’t want me to. Not even a pinky.”

I’m having a hard time pushing air into my lungs. “That’s what I’d want,” I say. “Not a finger. Absolutely no contact between you and the other woman. It’d be all about me and you.”

“Done.” His eyes are like lit torches.

“And you’d sit and watch?”

“I would.”

“Would you jack off?”

“If that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes.”

“But you wouldn’t come. I’d want you to be able to fuck me. Really hard.”

He shudders. “When I got to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore, I’d pull you aside and tell the other woman to leave and I’d fuck the shit out of you.”

I’m breathless. My skin is bursting with heat. I slide from my chair to sit on his lap and he wraps his arms around me. “Or, who knows,” I purr, “maybe you’d tell her to stay and watch—see what she’s missing out on?” I can’t believe I just said that. This man brings out a whole new level of naughty in me.

Clearly, Josh can’t believe I just said that, either. “If that’s what you’d want, absolutely,” he says. “Totally up to you.”

I can barely breathe. “And she wouldn’t be anyone either of us knows?” I say softly. “Nobody you know?”

“It’d be whoever you pick, babe. Anyone at all, as long as she tests clean. I don’t give a fuck who she is. It’s all about you.”

My clit is throbbing so hard, it hurts. “But what if I wind up picking someone you’re more attracted to than me? I’d be able to tell, and I wouldn’t like it,” I say.

He places his fingertip in the cleft in my chin. “That’s literally impossible.”

Holy fucking shit. I seriously can’t breathe right now. I’m trembling. I swallow hard. “We’d do it and never see her again? Because I wouldn’t want this kind of fantasy-thing to follow us into our real life.”

He chuckles.

“What?”

“You just perfectly articulated why I joined The Club.”

I make a face that says, “I see your point” and he smiles broadly.

“You’re amazing, Kat,” he says. He puts his hand under my chin and kisses me. “I think you might be perfect.” He kisses me again. And then again. “You’re kinda freaking me out, actually.”

My head is spinning. I can’t focus. I lean into him and bite his lower lip, totally aroused, and he makes a noise of surprise.

I suck on his lower lip and then pull away. “How would we find her?” I whisper, licking my lips from our kiss.

“It’d be easy to do if we set our minds to it, I’m sure.”

“We’d have to be one hundred percent sure we’d never see her again. I wouldn’t want some horny blonde bitch stalking you afterwards.” I jerk back.

“What?” He looks concerned.

“Jen.”

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