Page 26 of Serving the Maestro

Looking up into his pale green eyes, I swallowed. “I’m not sure what I expected.”

“I’m clean.” He shrugged. “We should both get tested just so we’re comfortable going forward.” He took a sip of coffee, a pensive look on his face. “I should tell you—I have a...minor issue, health-wise.”

My gut tightened. “Oh?”

“Relax.” He smiled, the sardonic twist to his lips telling me I hadn't quite succeeded in sounding casual. “It's nothing major, but seeing what you want from me, it's only fair to tell you. I was born with just one kidney.”

“Ah...” Frowning, I shook my head. “What?”

“One kidney,” he said again. “It's called renal agenesis. Up until I ended up sick for a few weeks when I was twenty-five, I've never had problems—and it was my own fault I ended up sick—those energy drinks can be hell on the kidneys—or in my case, kidney.”

“Probably all the caffeine,” I said absently, considering what he told me. “You're healthy now?”

“Yes. As long as I don't binge on energy drinks. I don't drink much alcohol, either—less stress on my one kidney. It's just a fluke—nothing I inherited or anything.” He looked down into his mug then, but not soon enough—the expression on his face had darkened, grown heavier. “But you might want to research it yourself or reconsider altogether.”

“Ah...well, I'll do some research,” I said. “But I don't need to reconsider.”

His head came up slowly, the intensity of his gaze knocking the breath out of me. “So you're still interested?”

“Yes.” My heart was doing double-time, beating so hard I was light-headed. He was going to say yes. “Does this mean you'll...consider the idea?”

“Yes.” A slow smile curled his lips as he crossed to stand before me. “But I do have two conditions of my own.”

“Oh?”

He bent down and deliberately bit my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it and straightening to his full height. “I’ll try to get you pregnant on two conditions, Jazz. The first—we have two months. If nothing happens, then it’s done.”

“Okay. That’s fair.” Two months. That would be two cycles, right?

“The second condition...” His gaze dipped to my mouth before returning to hold mine. “I want you to be my sub.”

“I...what?”

“My sub. I told you I’m a Dom, and I’m only here temporarily. I don’t want to spend time trying to find a private club I like, then trying to find a sub I like in such limited time...especially when all I can think about is you on your knees in front of me, hands bound as I fuck your mouth.”

A soft whimper filled the air, and I realized it was me.

“Are the terms acceptable, Jazz?”

His voice was cool, almost remote.

But his eyes burned as if there was a fire inside them.

“What...” I cleared my throat. “What if I don’t like this...sub thing? I’m not really big on submitting to men.”

“Outside of sex, you don’t need to submit to me. And I don’t give a damn how you handle other men.” He dipped his head, and nuzzled my neck before murmuring into my ear, “But Jazz...I can already tell you that you will love submitting to me.”

Something told me he was right.

“Okay. We can try...once.” As he straightened, I scrambled to put on my game face. It wasn’t much of a success, but I didn’t feel like melting into a puddle at his feet.

“Once?” He cocked a brow.

“For now.” My cheeks burned so hot, that I thought I'd burst into flame. “I'm...okay, well, to be blunt, last night was the first time in...” well, forever “...that I enjoyed sex. I've never done anything remotely kinky, so I don't know if I'll like anything...intense. But we can try. If I don’t like it after one try, we go back to regular, vanilla sex for the rest of the two months.”

“Deal.”

But the calm assurance in his eyes told me he wasn’t concerned.

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