Page 29 of Negotiating Tactics

“I get it,” he said, giving me a reprieve that was both welcome and surprising.

“You do? Your sexual history consists of five boring at best experiences?” I said.

I was teasing, but he was completely serious in his response. “I have more than five, many of them utterly forgettable, so I understand that. There was no connection,” he said.

I looked at him and then asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“And that’s what you’re offering me? A connection?” I asked.

He lowered his lids slightly, then met my eyes again. “A physical one, yes.”

“And that’s all?” I said.

“That’s all. I don’t have anything else to give,” he said.

“What a relief,” I responded.

He smiled, and I shrugged.

“What? Just because I’m a woman I’m supposed to get all caught up in my emotions?”

“No. I’ve just not ever met anyone quite like you,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“It just means you’re stubborn, a headache, but also soft. In short, a contradiction,” he said.

“I’m not soft and not nearly interesting enough to be a contradiction. I’m as basic as they get,” I responded.

He shifted me until I was fully straddling his waist, then slammed my hips down until we were crotch to crotch.

His cock was solid between my thighs, and I rocked against him experimentally, having no idea what I was doing but loving the contact and the sensation.

“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

His voice was soft, almost reverent. As he spoke, he cupped my face in his hands, then he moved down, stroked my neck, down my shoulder, over my breasts, down my belly, back up again.

“I guess not, so I’ll have to take your word for it,” I said.

“No, you don’t,” he said, his eyes fierce. “Let me show you.”

He pushed my hips down again, leaned forward, and captured my mouth in a kiss.

Six

Alex

I broke away then stared down at him, trying to read his expression.

But more importantly, trying to gauge my own reaction.

This was insane.

Not like me at all.

I didn’t know this man, didn’t know if I liked him, but something, instinct maybe, told me I could trust him.

And I decided to do just that.

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