Page 85 of Crazy In Love
“Always,” I said with no hesitation. Because pleasing my lady was important to me. Even if we weren’t planning to see one another again, I never left a woman unfulfilled.
“Do you ever have repeat business?” she asked, her teeth sinking into her juicy bottom lip.
“Sure. It happens now and then. I don’t overthink it. But I’m always honest that I’m not that guy. If they’re looking for something serious, they’ve come to the wrong place.”
She nodded. “I’ve never had sex with someone that I wasn’t dating.”
“And you’ve had shitty sex, so how’s that working out for you?”
“You might be onto something.” She waggled her brows. “But we don’t even like each other very much. It would be a disaster. I mean, if we were to act on it. Not that you’re offering that, but I’m just saying.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth as if she needed to force herself to stop talking.
Emilia Taylor was fucking adorable.
I finished chewing and leaned forward, my forearms resting on the edge of the table. “Emilia. I’m offering. But it’s got to be your choice. It’s only awkward if you don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“And what would I be getting into?”
“You want the details?” I asked, my voice gruff now.
The smell of jasmine and vanilla wafted around me.
She nodded. “Yes. I like to know all the things before I make a decision.”
I leaned closer, tucking the loose strand of her hair that had broken free from the knot at the nape of her slim neck behind her ear. “I’d take my time with you. I’d kiss every inch of you, licking and tasting all that sweetness. And then I’d make sure you came on my fingers, before having you ride me for as longas you could handle it. I’d let you set the pace, until you came so hard you cried out my name.”
Her breaths were coming hard and fast against the skin on the side of my neck. I swore I could hear her heart pounding against her chest.
And then she pulled back, once again reaching for her wine.
“That’s quite an offer. You sure you can deliver on that?” She smirked.
“I’m a man of my word.”
“And you’re sure it won’t be uncomfortable tomorrow? Because I have a mantel to go see, and then at some point I’m going to need a ride home on your fancy aircraft.”
“I mean, I can only speak for myself. I don’t get awkward. And you said it yourself—we don’t even like each other. It would just be about us scratching an itch. But there is one stipulation if you so choose to have some fun in Paris.”
“What is it? Do I have to accept the golden shitter toilet?” A wide grin spread across her pretty face, and I chuckled.
Had I ever laughed so much before with a woman?
“You have to be okay with the arrangement, because I can’t have my brothers’ girlfriends banning Sunday dinner because they think I fucked you over.”
“Do you plan to fuck me over?” she purred, and the way she said it was so sexy, I had to shift in my chair to adjust myself.
My dick was enjoying this unexpected conversation.
“I plan to fuck you senseless. Nothing more.”
She sucked in a breath. “I’ve never had such an open conversation about having sex before.”
“So how does it normally go down for you? Pun intended.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Bridger Chadwick,” she said.
“You have no idea. So, you best prepare yourself if you really want this,” I said, almost in warning. “Answer the question. How does this normally work for you?”
