Page 102 of Wish I Might
“I was there, Bailey.”
“We never,” she argued, and shook her head in exasperation.“Those were toys, Nash.”
“Still counts.”
“It really doesn’t.”Flesh and blood was so much different from plastic or silicone, so much more intense.She couldn’t control flesh and blood.
That’s what made it so hot.
“Do you want me to take it off the menu?”
Hell, no, she didn’t want him to take it off the menu.But she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with the idea, either.“Can we play it by ear?”
“Of course.All the choices here are yours, Bailey.”
“Not all the choices,” she began.
He shook his head, suddenly deadly serious.“All of them.I would never let anyone do something to you that you didn’t fully consent to.”
“I know,” she said, relaxing in her chair.“I know that.”
“But since this whole fantasy is about you being used like a filthy, wanton slut who doesn’t care who sticks their dick in her as long as she gets off—”
Bailey shivered at the description, grabbing the table for balance at the rush of heat.
“—that’s what we’re going to do.”
He had a gleam in his eyes, the one that saidI know you’re flooding your panties, you dirty girl.
“You always have your safeword,” he continued.“You can Bananarama anytime.”
She wanted to laugh, but she was too busy trying to breathe.
“And I’ll be watching you.If you look uncomfortable, or scared, or just not right, I’m going to stop and check in with you.”
She nodded, her mouth dry.“That’s, um.That’s good.Safety first.”
His lips twitched.“You okay, Bailey?You look a little flushed.”
She cleared her throat.“The air conditioning must not be up to speed yet.”
“Sure, I bet that’s it.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed, a rich sound of pure delight, and she found herself smiling back.“It’s not funny.How am I going to survive the next week?”
“Funny you should ask.”
“Huh?”
“Remember that thing you’re going to do for me?”
“Oh, right.That.”She didn’t like the look in his eye.It was smug, and gleeful, and a little wolfish.“What is it?”
“Actually, it’s what you’renotgoing to do,” he clarified.
She drummed her fingers on the table impatiently while unease tightened her belly.“Just tell me, Nash.”
