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I blink. I hadn’t expected to hear that. "Are you saying—"
"People say all kinds of things when they’re having sex."
"We weren’t having sex; you didn’t come."
"I madeyoucome… And hard, as I recall."
On cue, my backside smarts. I shift around, trying to find a more comfortable position. I try to be discreet about it, but he notices it, of course, the bastard.
"Does your butt hurt?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I enjoyed seeing my palm print etched into your arse."
Oh, my god, what is it about him saying arse in that British accent of his that has me all hot and bothered again?"I don’t know what game you’re playing—"
"Not a game."
"—but I’m not going to be put off by you demonstrating your kinky side."
He blinks. "My kinky side?" he asks slowly.
"Spanking me, then the, uh—backside entry."
"You mean anal?"
My flush deepens. I’m not a prude. I've read enough super-spicy novels and listened to even more of them, so of course, I know my way around the smutabulary, but I’ve never been able to say that world aloud. Never mind the fact that, an hour ago, my husband’s monster cock was up my ass. Oh, shoot, Iama prude.
"Exactly," I say in a prim voice. "Since you took me to the BDSM club, I know you’re not vanilla in your preferences."
"Not vanilla?" There’s something in his voice that makes me cast a quick glance in his direction. The divot to the left of his mouth tells me he’s finding this entire conversation amusing.
"It’s not funny," I protest.
"It’s not," he agrees.
"Then why are you smiling?"
"Because you think what I did to you was kinky."
"It was."
"You have no idea," he says in that voice that has more than a hint of darkness to it.
A ripple of heat squeezes my belly. "You mean, that was the beginner’s level introduction to smutty sex?"
"I mean, that was the pre-kindergarten level introduction to my depravity."
"Oh." I know my mouth is open and that I’m staring at him, but it’s the first time we’ve had an open conversation about something… So what, if it’s about his perversions.
"So you have, uh…different tastes, but you haven’t been with a woman since..."
“Since I left to go traveling, two years ago.”
“You...you haven’t been with a woman in two years?” I stare.
He merely stares at me.
