Page 45 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“And,” he adds, sitting back again, “if you wanted to keep doing it, that’d be cool with me, too.”

To that, I blush all over again. “It would?”

He nods as he looks me over again, slowly. “You’re a beautiful woman, Jordan,” he says. “You do a lot for us — for me. If I can make your life easier, then I will.”

I laugh. “So altruistic.”

“I’m a giver,” he says, smiling.

I let myself look him over again, my laughter fading as my gaze slides down his toned body, ending on his cock. He’s grown semi-hard again, his shaft stiff and hovering against his thigh. I catch him eying my breasts, but somehow, I don’t mind.

I don’t care.

“Do you want to keep doing it?” I ask him.

His eyes answer long before he says it. “Sure. If you want to.”

My skin tingles with a warm thrill. “I think I do, but…”

He stares, waiting for me to finish.

I breathe a laugh. “How do these things usually work?”

“What things?”

“You know, what do they call it? Friends with benefits?”

“I prefer fuck buddies, but sure.”

“Fuck buddies. I’ve never done that before. Have you?” I shake my head. “What am I saying? Of course you have. You have a girl in every city.”

Bronson shrugs.

“Okay,” I say. “Well… are there rules or something I should know?”

He chuckles.

“What?” I ask.

“You and your rules,” he jokes.

I sigh. “Yeah.”

“If you want rules, there can be rules,” he says, breaking his smile. “I’m an all bets off kinda guy, but you might not be.”

“Yeah, I… don’t think I’m that guy.”

“No, you are not.”

“Right, so…” I clear my throat. “What rules could there be?”

“Uh…” Bronson looks up, thinking. “Boundaries?”

“Boundaries?”

“What do you enjoy?” he asks. “What don’t you enjoy? What turns you on? What crosses the line? That sort of thing.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. That’s smart. Okay. What boundaries do you have?”

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