Page 26 of Tips and Trysts

This can’t be easy for him. This shouldn’t be. Maybe, for both our sakes, it should be impossible.

“I have three conditions. Meet them, and I’llconsiderfucking you.”

“Just consider?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. Tell me what to do.”

“The first: You have to beg for forgiveness. For the night we met, for the elevator, for summoning me to Georgetown, and for the inevitable PR shitstorm ahead of us.”

Everett’s eyebrow rises. “For everything.”

Everything. I nod.

“Fine,” he agrees, but his eyebrow stays stratospheric. “I’ll beg for forgiveness.”

“The second: You have to become a customer. I’m a camgirl and I expect you to not only understand what I do butsupportit.”

Everett snickers. “So, you want a Lander. You want a guy obsessed with the idea of other men looking at his girl.”

I shake my head slowly. “I don’t want a Lander. If I did, I would adopt a puppy—and you know I’m allergic to dogs.” He smirks. “It’s about respect,” I continue. “I need you to respect me and my choices. That includes bearing witness while thousands of men watch me and write unspeakable things to me in a public chat. You’ll have to accept that theypay me to do what they want.”

Finally, Everett’s eyebrows relax and the upturned corners of his mouth drift into a line. “Fine.” His tone is acidic. “Go on.”

“The third: You can never, ever lie in my presence.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “About anything?”

“I don’t believe there’s a situation where a lie is better than the truth.”

“There are plenty of situations,” Everett protests. “Like if—”

“Okay then,” I interrupt. “Go enjoy those situations. Go lie your cold, withered heart out—whilenotfucking me.”

“I’m in politics.” He raises a shoulder. “Sometimes I lie.”

“Take it or leave it.”

At last, Everett looks away. He’s reconsidering his request—like I knew he would.

“All that. Is it worth it?” I ask.

Satisfied that I’ve successfully scared him off, I take a drink from the plastic water cup the nurses gave me earlier.

Everett takes a long time to look at me again. When he does, his eyes catch the fluorescent overhead lights, and for a moment, they sparkle like cut gemstones of the highest clarity. “You’re asking me if you would be worth it. You’re asking me if youwould be worth debasing myself and risking everything I’ve worked for. All that for thepossibilityof having you—not even a guarantee.”

I nod, waiting for his surrender.

“Touching your gorgeous, naked body with my bare hands,” he continues, eyes locked on mine as he speaks. “Tasting yourplump lips, your soft breasts, and the piercings in your nipples. Worshipping your swollen, dripping wet pussy with my tongue. Finding the spot on your wrist where your pulse beats and pressing my lips to it. Aligning your hips with mine and sliding my cock into your writhing body while you whimper for more. Feeling your body come while I’m buried deep inside of you. Memorizing the sound of your climax when you let go for me. You’re asking if your requirements would be worth all that.”

I’m so caught up in the visual, I don’t see his response coming until it slams into me like a camgirl colliding with a politician to push him out of the path of a bullet.

“Of course you would be,” he confirms, dipping his chin. “I’ll meet all your demands. Easily. Because, princess—as you likely already know—we’re absolutely going to fuck.”

I drop my water cup onto the tile floor with a splat.

Nine

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