Page 91 of Protecting Christina

The server didn’t return her smile. “You’re welcome.”

Then she left.

I couldn’t help it. I had to ask.

“What was that about?”

“Shit. I’d forgotten all about it. I wouldn’t have chosen this place had I remembered.”

“Remembered what?”

“We were supposed to hook up once, but I never showed up.”

I blinked. “You were supposed to hook up as in go out for drinks?”

“No, Will. I’m pretty sure she wanted to have sex, but my mind was someplace else then and I didn’t show.”

“Oh.”

She ran her hand through her hair as she side-eyed me.

“Does it bother you?”

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. It was obvious from my reaction.

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Just surprised, that’s all.”

“I’ve mainly dated men, but I haven’t shied away from women, either.”

I swallowed.

“I can tell this bothers you. I’m not going to deny who I am, so if you can’t handle it, then there’s the door.”

What?!

“How did this escalate so fast? Just give me a moment to process it. That’s all I’m asking.”

She crossed her arms and her legs, her foot dangled impatiently. She was probably annoyed as fuck, yet all I could think about was her. She was the sexiest person in this room. And there was presently a naked woman on stage.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Christina was open to all sorts of relationships. She never struck me as the apprehensive type.

“It doesn’t bother me that you’ve been with other women, or men, for that matter. I love that you’re open to different experiences. Hell, I can’t wait to try whatever you’re down with. But…”

I turned her legs so her body faced me. “I won’t share you.”

Her lips fell open, but I didn’t wait for her reply. “I’m not that kind of guy. I’m a jealous and possessive man. I want you all to myself. So as long as you’re with me, you’re only with me.” I ran my thumb over her mouth. “These lips are mine.”

Her tongue darted through her lips, and that tiny flicker against my skin made me throb.

Then, I dropped my hand between her crossed thighs and pushed my fingers past them. She was damp, and I realized my possessiveness had made her wet. I inhaled sharply through the tightness in my chest. “This pussy is mine, too. It only opens up for me.”

Her eyes held mine, and while her face was hard, her body softened at my fingertips. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered harshly. The word was hoarse against my ears.

“No. Say you’re mine.”

Her eyes burned as hot as embers and she licked her lips, then pressed them to mine. Her mouth opened wide at the same time as her thighs and I slid my fingers inside of her.

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