"I’d rather talk about your favorite sexual fantasy."
My cheeks heat further. It feels like my entire body is on fire. My nipples pebble, and my toes curl. It’s not like he’s talking dirty, but the fact that he got a peek into the images in my head is beyond embarrassing.
I glance away.
He clicks his tongue.
"Don’t hide from me, baby. I don’t want any secrets between us."
I hunch my shoulders and try to draw even further into myself. Why am I feeling so defensive? It’s not like we haven’t fucked. Not like how we fucked is all that different from some of the scenes in my book. Still, he’s stumbled upon what’s a very private thing to me. A space where I’m completely true to myself. Where I can admit to just how much I want it like that… and with him. I do want it to be JJ. I do. I bite the inside of my cheek. "Fine, I admit it. I imagined you in place of the heroes I read in the books, okay?"
His eyes gleam. "Tell me more."
"Nothing more. They fuck. I imagine you fucking me."
"Do you come?"
I nod.
"How many times?"
"Many times." I clear my throat.
"Howmanytimes?" He lowers his voice to a hush, and a shiver coils down my back. The pulse between my thighs grows heavier, mirroring the rate of my heartbeat.
"Girl," he snaps. "How. Many. Times?"
"Three times," I burst out.
He glares at me, and I shiver.
"Okay, fine, I came three times when I read that scene, okay?"
His mouth curls. "And did you use your fingers to get yourself off?"
"And—" I stab my thumb in the direction of the bedstand drawer.
“Hmm.” He strokes his chin. "Pussy or arse?"
"Excuse me?" I blink.
"You use them in your pussy or your arse?"
Heat flushes my skin. It’s so filthy to hear him talk like that. So hot. So dirty. So much of a turn-on.
"Both, I take it?"
I nod.
"Lay back."
"What do you mean?"
He draws in a breath. "Lay back against the pillows, baby."
"Wh… why?"
His lips kick up and oh, god, that smile of his is not nice. So full of promise. So filled with confidence that I find myself doing just that.