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He comes around and sits next to me, turning so his body is facing mine. “It’s hard to stay away from you.” His words hit me hard. “And I seem to become extremely jealous with you.”
“You have nothing to be jealous of,” I reply, and he smiles. “I was never yours to begin with.”
His smile drops. “We could have some fun. Why won’t you have some fun with me?”
“What kind of fun?”
“Sex,” he states.
“With you?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes. No one else.”
“What do I get?” I ask, even though I’m ready to say yes. I’m a weak woman right now, and I really do want sex, but I may as well get something out of it. Is it classed as selling myself when it’s something I want?
“I’ll take another month off,” he says quickly.
“A whole month for you to have my body, just once?”
“No. Every week.”
“Every week,” I say, sitting back. “Eager much?”
“I was going to try for every day, but figured I was pushing my luck.”
“So, only eight months left then. If I agree, that is.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s add in some clauses, shall we?” I take another sip of my beer.
“You sleep with anyone else… it is off. No more sex. And you will not come on to me at all or touch me inappropriately.” He nods. “Two, if I don’t want to, you can’t threaten it against me. It’s my choice each week.” He doesn’t nod, his eyes stay firmly on mine. “Three, it happens on my time, not yours.” His teeth do that thing again, where they drag over his bottom lip.
“Are you done?”
“For now.”
“Okay, so I can take you now?” He stands, goes to reach for me.
“I haven’t agreed. I was just giving you examples of what I would want,” I say, holding up a finger.
Whiskey-colored eyes darken, and in one swift movement he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. “I’ll be tearing this dress off with my teeth.”
I giggle.
What the ever-loving fuck.
“Put me down.” I say between giggles. He does, and it’s hard to wipe the smile from my face.
CHAPTER 26
WHISKEY
I would have knocked the contract down by half if she had tried to push further, but luckily for me she didn’t.
“I want extra time off. Eight isn’t enough. I want it down to six, and you have yourself a deal,” she states as I hand her the beer I carried for her when I lifted her up, we didn’t get far before she demanded I put her back down.
Six months?
