Page 98 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"Did you have to sign a contract that you were okay with the risk?"

"Yup."

"Damn." Dante paused. "Are you still in contact with the guy?"

"No. I don't even remember his name. I didn't have a phone at all before you forced me to take one, remember? Stop worrying about it."

"You're mine. I'm going to worry."

I took a sip of my second mimosa, already getting warm from the first. "I like that better."

"You like what better?"

"You, saying I'm yours. I like it better than bringing up the mate thing all the time."

"I'll remember that."

I took another sip of my drink.

"You mentioned crazy places you've had sex, before. At the grocery store."

"Of course you remember that. Do you want a list or something?"

"I wouldn't complain about a list."

I shook my head. "If you want me to spill that shit, I need details from you."

"What kind of details?"

"I don't know. Something equally juicy about your sex life. I know your past was full of relationships."

"Relationships that meant nothing to me."

"They were still relationships."

"Alright." He drummed his fingers on the table slowly. "I don't know. Before I went to prison, I was a very... respectful partner. I was proper. Polite. Sex was more of a formality than anything else for me. It felt good, obviously, but it was never something I thought about frequently, like it is with you. It was usually scheduled."

"Scheduled?"

"Yes."

"Oh my god. How? Why? When?"

He grimaced. "That was the simplest way to make sure it happened."

"You weren't horny?"

"Not really."

"Oh my god," I said again, taking another sip of my drink. "No wonder you never try to instigate sex between us. You don't know how."

"I know how to instigate."

I snorted.

"In theory, it shouldn't be that difficult," he said defensively.

"Not if you're with the right person. Unfortunately, you're stuck with me. Unless you're scheduling hookups with strangers and managing to keep the feelings from leaking through the wall in our minds, which⁠—"