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“Okay,” I reply slowly, drawing out the vowels. “That seems fair enough.”

Gonna be a lot longer than seven months, though.

My eyes go back to the page in front of me and read through the rest of her “rules.” None of which sound entirely unreasonable.

The document reads like a full-on lease. It starts with a breakdown of the agreement term—seven months—and my monthly rent, along with the breakdown of my contribution to each month’s utilities and groceries.

Article II: The Apartment Rules are what have my eyebrows raised. It covers everything, including smoking, alcohol, illegal activities, parties/ gatherings/ celebrations, guests, and quiet hours. She’s even outlined things about laundry, cleaning routines, and schedules.

Article III: Decorum includes rules about not touching the thermostat, the food thing, and no shoes on in the apartment. Also, no gum?

But my eyes snag on the last rule and lock in.

“Sex at any time?” I ask.

“Yes. Free use, carte blanche.” She says dismissively before mumbling. “It wasn’t my idea.”

Her’s or not, the idea of having her body pressed against mine again, my cock snuggly fit in her pussy, has my whole-body heating.

“Tell me what that means to you,” I say, looking to her for clarification.

I know what free use is and how it can work between partners, but I’ve also watched enough awful porn to know what other people think it is.

“It’s a kink,” She answers slowly, and I try to keep my expression neutral as she continues. “Essentially, either of us can request sex at any time, and the other party cannot say no.”

Images of me fucking Elsie in every room of her apartment flash through my mind, driving my need for her higher.

Just the thought of how blissful these next months could be has my cock hardening beneath my jeans.

“So, either of us can request sex at any time? That’s what you’re proposing,” I repeat back to her.

“That is what’s outlined.” She sighs, clearly done with my line of questioning. “Selene and Oliver insisted I include it. They say I’ll be needy later in my pregnancy, and I should set a clear boundary around sex now.”

Honestly, not the worst idea considering I don’t know how long I’d be able to keep myself from riling her up just so that she’ll fuck me again.

“Of course, they helped you with this.” I chuckle before my thoughts grow contemplative.

Do I want to sleep with Elsie again?

Yes. Fucking hell, yes.

But do I want it to be because I demand it of her?

No.

I know she sees this as a short-term situation where I’m staying with her through the pregnancy. Then, well, I guess she has some bizarre vision in her head that I can’t wrap my head around. Because in my mind, I’m not leaving.

Elsie and the baby she’s carrying are my future now. They’re my family.

You don’t leave family.

I know what it’s like to grow up without a father. I would never put my own child through that.

So, no. I won’t be taking advantage of a clause that says I can take her whenever I want.

No. She has to want it just as much as me, need me just as much as I already need her.

She has to ask.

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