"You moan like that again and I'm gonna be late for my one o'clock."
Her teeth sink into her lip. "Here?"
I nod to the bathroom in the back corner.
"Really? A bathroom?"
"You've never wanted it that badly?"
"Well…" She pulls her arm—the now tattooed one—over her chest. Wraps her fingers around her other arm. "For a guy who doesn't play games you're taking your time explaining this."
I take another sip. "I've never done the fuck buddy thing before."
She cocks her head to one side. "Really?"
"Is it that surprising?"
She holds up her thumb and for
efinger in the a little gesture. "Okay. Well. I do like you, Walker. I already know you're… skilled."
My smile spreads to my ears. "That's it?"
"Not that you brag?"
"Never."
"That was…" She takes a long sip. "It was the best sex I've had in a long time. I'd like to do it again."
"That's it. We meet up. Do it again."
"Then?"
"Whatever we want."
"But is it this—" She motions to the table and the coffee. "Or is it—" She puts her hand in the shape of a phone and brings it to her ear. "Hey, Iris, babe, want to come over? I've got an appointment at three, but I can squeeze in a few orgasms. We do our thing, then I go home, and I call you the next time I'm in need of satisfaction?"
"Like this."
"Sounds like dating."
I shake my head.
"Okay. We can make that a rule. No dates."
"A rule?"
"Rules are good. They help you outline your boundaries."
I can't help but smile.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I sound like a shrink, don't I?"
"It suits you."