Page 15 of Judge Me Not

"What would you expect from me?"

His lips curl. "Whatever I want."

"I won't sleep with you," I blurt out.

He leans into my ear. "I don't pay for sex. When you sleep with me, I'm not paying you." His tongue hits the back of my ear.

My pussy clenches. I gasp.

His hand massages my ass.

I close my eyes, softly moan, then realize what is happening. I pull away from him, and I rise to leave. "This isn't going to work. I'm sorry—"

"Stop," he commands.

I freeze.

He pulls me back on his lap. "Tell me how much you want."

"I'm not having sex with you. I can't."

"You have a husband or boyfriend?"

"No."

"You're a lesbian?"

"No."

He glances at my lower body. "You have a chastity belt under there?"

"What? No! I—"

His face breaks out into a huge grin.

He's teasing me again."I'm not letting anyone pay me for sex."

His face falls. "I already clarified I'm not paying you for sex."

"Then what are you paying me for?"

"Exclusivity. You're at my beck and call. When I tell you I want to see you, you stop whatever you're doing and meet me wherever I tell you to."

"I have other jobs."

"Quit."

"I can't."

"Do they pay you as much as this?"

"I don't know what this pays."

"Tell me what you want."

"You haven't said what I'm going to be doing when I'm with you."

"Yes, I did. I told you, whatever I want."

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