Page 89 of Playing With Temptation

“The not tasting yourself.”

He was up on his elbow looking down at me with a smile.

“No clue.”

“Does it taste bad?” Ohmigod. “Never mind. Don’t⁠—”

“Only you can answer that. I’ve never tasted my come.”

“Forget I asked.”

Jase brushed my hair away from my face and shook his head. “Don’t hide from me. Especially here in our bed. Ask whatever you want. Tell me what you like and want and absolutely tell me what you don’t like and don’t want.”

This was a familiar refrain. He’d told me something similar when we’d started exploring sexually. He was always careful. Always asked what I liked. Not in a weird, feed-my-ego way. He genuinely wanted to know what made me feel good.

“I know, Jase. You always take care of me.”

He nodded but didn’t move.

“Why’d you ask?”

“I was curious.”

He studied me longer this time.

“That’s the only reason,” he pushed.

“Yeah.”

I didn’t understand what was happening or why he was looking at me like he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth.

“I was just curious, Jason. I’m not lying⁠—”

“Didn’t think you were.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

He softened his expression, which was good, but I was already getting ticked so it did nothing to calm my irritation.

“I’m trying to figure out if I want to talk about this while I have you naked in my bed after I fucked you and I’m getting ready to do that again, or if I should wait until we’re dressed and having lunch.”

“Talk to me about what?”

“Mark.”

Ugh. I’d already told him all about Mark. Including that he’d happily signed away his parental rights and had never tried to renege on his agreement. So Mark would never be a problem for Lucas or me, which now translated into him never being a problem for Jase.

“What about him?”

I knew that look. He was taking his time, choosing his words carefully.

“Just spit it out, Jase.”

“I was rough with you.”

“And?”

He clenched his jaw and his voice was tight when he noted, “You said you haven’t had a man since him.”