I arched a brow. “I’ll gladly put it in your mouth. Open wide.”
She laughed. “You can turn something so innocent into something dirty.”
“It’s a gift.”
I moved my offering closer, and her beautiful mouth opened so I could feed her. When her lips closed around my sticks, I felt it straight down to my cock. I imagined my own wood sliding in, being swallowed by her perfectly painted lips. The taste of the shrimp hit her tongue, and her eyes closed as she appreciated the deliciousness. At that point, I needed to readjust my pants. Again.
I swallowed, watching her swallow. “When was the last time you actually had sex?”
She coughed, almost choking on a piece of shrimp this time. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me right. Sex. When was the last time you had it?”
“You already know my history. I haven’t had a relationship in almost a year.”
“You meant a sexual relationship? I assumed when you said that, you meant you hadn’t dated anyone consistently in that long.”
“I haven’t.”
“You do know that not all relationships need to be more than sexual?”
“Of course I know that. But I need more than just a one-night stand.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Off the top of my head, I need to feel safe with the person. I need to be physically attracted to them. We need to be able to get along after the act, and I need to feel like I’m not being taking advantage of—that our relationship, whatever it is, isn’t one-sided. If it’s purely sex, that’s okay, but we both need to have that understanding.”
I nodded. “Those are all fair.” By that point, I’d pretty much lost my mind. Which would explain how my next thought made its way from my brain and shot right out through my lips. “How do I apply for the job?”
“The job?” She actually seemed confused. I thought I was pretty damn clear.
“Of sexual partner. I think we should have sex.”
Emerie
“You’re insane.”
“Because I think we should have sex? How does that make me insane?”
“We’re pretty much opposites. You believe a relationship is the period of time people spend together before one screws the other over.”
“So?”
“I believe in love and marriage and making things work.”
“I’m not talking about those things. I’m talking about sex. I know it’s been a while, but that’s when a man and a woman—”
I cut him off. “I know what sex is.”
“Good. Me too. So have it with me.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Do you feel safe with me?”
“Safe? Yes. I guess so. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
“Are you physically attracted to me?”