Page 84 of Crazy In Love
How the fuck was that possible?
“Do you pleasure yourself?” I asked, my hand moving to her thigh.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever thought of me when you’ve touched yourself?” I pressed, because I wanted to know.
She pulled back, cheeks flushed, and she reached for her wine glass and took a sip, but her gaze never left mine.
She set the glass down, and I waited for a response.
“Yes.”
“Was it back when you had that crush on me?” I asked, my voice lighter now, because I could tell this was a lot for her.
She cut into her steak and took a bite before she arched a brow. “Then and now.”
“Good to know,” I said with a chuckle.
“How about you?”
“Yes. My cock is a big fan of yours,” I admitted. I had no shame. I was upfront about who I was and what I wanted.
And right now, I wanted Emilia Taylor.
“Holy shitballs,” she whispered under her breath, but I heard her just fine.
“Don’t freak out. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“We work together,” she said, as if there was a big conflict. We both knew that working together was not the conflict that would stop us from moving forward.
“I hired you to design my home. You don’t work for Chadwick Enterprises. There’s no HR violation here.”
“So what are you suggesting? We just have sex one time and then act like it never happened?” she asked, her mouth falling open.
I leaned forward, gently pressing her chin up as I smirked. “I’m not suggesting anything. You’ve got different rules than I do when it comes to this kind of thing.”
“And what are your rules?”
“I have none. If you’re attracted to someone, someone who doesn’t work for the company you founded, of course, and they’re attracted to you—you have a little fun. There are no expectations. It’s not about that. Those are my rules.”
She tucked her lips between her teeth and rolled them around as if she was trying to calm herself down. “Your rules are much simpler than mine.”
“Tell me about yours.”
“Well, no sex on the first few dates, because, I don’t know, that’s just a thing. You don’t want to give it up too easily, right?”
“Well, I guess that’s up to you. It depends what your objective is. I’m not looking for a long-term thing, so I go in with a different attitude. I’m not bullshitting anyone. I’m just making sure we both get off, and then we move on.”
Her cheeks were several shades darker now, and she took another sip of wine. “Is it awkward in the morning?”
“I don’t do the whole sleepover thing, so I wouldn’t know.”
“You ask them to leave?” she asked, eyebrows pinched together as if she was perplexed.
“I don’t bring women into my home. I go to their place or a hotel, and we have a good time, and then we call it done. I like to go home and get some sleep.”
“And do they always have a good time?”
