And I stare at him in slack-jawed wonder.
“You still want to sign it?”
“This sort of thing is standard, right?” I ask, rising from my chair and going to him. He sets his guitar aside so I can straddle him. We’re alone here. There’s no need for us to be in separatechairs. Why, it could be viewed as wasteful to take up the extra space. “For the rich and famous?”
“Safe to assume,” he says. “Though it’s not something I really talk about with other people.”
He grips my hips as I trace the hard line of his jaw. “And this document made you feel safe and protected?”
“Yeah. But like I said…it’s been a while and things were different.”
“This document seems to really put you in charge of things.”
“It could be taken that way. Sure.”
“I don’t think that’s right…you having all the power.” Being this close to him, having this intimacy, is sublime. “There needs to be a balance, right? So here are my initial thoughts on the contract.”
“You have my complete attention.”
“Cheat on me and we’re done. There won’t be a discussion, and I won’t be hanging around waiting for a payment.”
“Understood.”
“Serious discussions will happen when they need to, excepting work and prior commitments within reason,” I say. “I’m not warning you about shit.”
He laughs. “Why am I not surprised?”
His muscular neck just gets to me. The need to kiss and lick and bite it. And I love the heat of him. How warm his skin is against my hands and lips. Then there’s the soft, smooth lobe of his ear. A small rumble comes from his throat and it’s honestly such a turn-on. My nipples seem to harden on his command these days. To be honest, I don’t hate it.
I breathe him in deep and ask, “Seems like the big question here is…do you want me to treat the house like it’s my home or am I just a guest there?”
“Let me be completely clear on this.” He slips his hands beneath the skirt of my dress to stroke my thighs. “It’sourhome.”
“And we’re adults in a relationship showing consideration toward one another, yes?”
“Mm. Yes.”
I rock my hips against him, making him groan. This is absolutely how these sorts of discussions should be held. So much more fun than a boardroom. “We don’t make a bunch of noise late at night if the other is sleeping or trying to work or whatever. And we don’t throw impromptu parties without notifying each other.”
“You’re willing to text me about that?” he asks with a smile.
“I am willing to text you about that.”
“Okay.”
“What else was there?”
His fingers dig into the skin of my thighs as I keep rocking against him. I have the worst feeling my panties are wet. The burgeoning hardness of him beneath me is making it tricky to think straight. My hormones are afire. And his hands slide around to grab my ass cheeks, encouraging me onwards.
“Have we covered tidiness and substances?” he asks, breathing heavier than before.
“We can both pick up our shit, and I like some weed now and then.”
“Agreed.”
“About the hour and a half together per week…”
“Yeah?” he asks, as I rub myself against the hard length of him. “Fuck that feels good.”
