Page 103 of Wish I Might
“Orgasms.”
“What about them?”
“You don’t get to have any.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bailey’s eyes all but popped out of her head.“What?”
“You heard me.”
It took her a full five seconds to find her voice.“You expect me to have sex with three people—”
“Four,” he corrected.
“Four people, and not come?At all?”
“Of course not,” he said, and he looked so offended that she blinked.“You can have as many orgasms as you like while we’re fucking you.”
While we’re fucking you.The words shot heat straight to her core, and she wanted to savor it.But he still had that look in his eyes, and she needed to get to the bottom of this.“You just said no orgasms.”
“I meant until next Sunday.No orgasm until then.Starting, oh, let’s say, now.”
She just stared at him.“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“That’s what this is.Murder by celibacy.”
His shoulders were shaking with laughter.“You won’t die.”
“You might,” she muttered darkly.
“Ah, but if you kill me, you won’t get your gang bang.”
“I can make it work with three people.We’ll hardly miss you.”
“You don’t know who they are,” he reminded her.
Well, that was a fly in the ointment.“Shit.”
“I’m not doing this to torture you.”
She snorted in disbelief.
“I just want the experience to be everything you’ve hoped for,” he continued, clearly unmoved by the death glare she was giving him.
“So?”
“So, I want you to be extra…”
“Mad?”she suggested.“Angry?Pissed the fuck off?”
“Aroused,” he decided.“By the time next Sunday rolls around, I want you to be so worked up, so on edge, you’ll do anything to come.”
She gaped at him.
“Within the limits already discussed, of course.”He smiled, wicked and smug.“It’s one week, Bailey.You can go without for that long, can’t you?”
