Page 55 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Hell, I wanted to skip classes today and go to the beach, but Romy insisted we go try to learn some stuff.

And tomorrow is the seminar I’m speaking at, so we won’t be able to miss it. That leaves us Friday. There’s a closing ceremony earlier in the day and another dinner, but I have other plans—plans for just us.

My eyes glance over at her, and she’s staring at the screen as though it’s the first time she’s ever laid eyes on Star Wars.

It’s cute.

My little nerd.

Well, not my little nerd—although I’d like her to be.

Even though I’ve pictured it a few times, now is truly the first time I’m admitting it to myself.

I wouldn’t mind—no fuck that.

I want a relationship with Romy after this week ends. I’d love to be able to say that she’s all mine.

Mentally, I’m thinking about how I can convince her to still be with me when we land in Minnesota.

She pulls me from my thoughts when she gets up to head for the bathroom. She reaches for the towel she had wrapped around her hair earlier and pulls it around her body.

I don’t say anything to her as she walks away from me, but when she’s done and walking back toward me, I say, “What’s with the towel?”

Looking down at the terrycloth material, she replies, “Didn’t want all my jiggly parts hanging out.”

“First of all, I like those jiggly parts. And second, I have seen you naked so many times this week. I’ve stared at every inch of you. Hell, I’ve even seen your butt hole, and now, you want to get self-conscious? Baby, how many times do I have to say it?”

Her eyes narrow in on me as a line in the middle of her forehead appears. “Hold on…when did you examine my butt hole?”

I laugh. “Romy, I didn’t examine it, but you understand that when you bend over for me to fuck you from behind, it’s just sort of right there—on display.”

She looks mortified. “No, I most certainly did not realize that.”

“Baby, it’s not a big deal.” I smile at her. “Don’t make me bend you over right now and show you.”

She still looks skeptical and surprises me when she asks, “Are you one of those guys who is obsessed with butt sex?”

“What?”

“It seems like every guy I’ve been with has always asked me over and over again when they get to put it in my ass.”

“And it never occurred to you that they’re able to see your butt hole during sex?” I ask.

She still looks confused, so I go on. “But to answer your question, I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with it. If a woman wants to do it, I’m up for it. I’ll do anything she wants, but I’m okay with not doing it too. For me, the pussy is the main event.”

“You really are the perfect man, aren’t you?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Not even close, but I’m glad you think so.”

“Have you ever done it?” She asks in a more hushed tone.

“Done what?”

“Anal sex.”

I knew what she was talking about, but I wanted to see the cute blush creep up her cheeks as she said it.

“Once,” I reply. “The woman I was seeing wanted to experiment with it.”

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