Page 82 of Tarek

“Seriously? Who was insane in your family,” I ask.

“My mom,” he replies as he kisses to the side of my neck.

“All mothers are crazy. I do believe that if you ever met my mom, you would agree.”

“Hmm.” That was all I was hearing from him.

I push him back. “We have to set some rules.”

“Fine. Set the rules Penny,” Taking a pillow he covers his lap.

Trying to have a level head while being horny is not for the weak. I press my hands down in the air and exhale. I can do this.

“When my watch dings, I will program your phone to receive the message at the same time. If you are in not available that is okay.” My foot shakes as I think about other things to say.

“I will be available every time that watch dings,” Tarek replies.

“We will have a two-hour time limit from the ding. I will just message you and say, ‘It is time’.” I should take notes.

“I have a better idea. Send me a Gif of Rafiki,” He chuckles.

“Ra-who?” I ask.

“What was your childhood like? Rafiki from Lion King?” Tarek rotates his hands like he is waiting to see who Rafiki was.

“I didn’t like tv much as a child. I have yet to watch the Lion King,” I reply holding in the laugh as I can see the shock come onto Tarek’s face.

“Okay, send me a water emoji and an eggplant.”

“You’re so crass. Okay. Do you have any rules you would like to add?” I ask because it’s only fair since I am using his body.

“You can only ‘ding’ with me.” Tarek’s face falls flat as he says this. His silver eyes are trained on me.

“No ‘dinging’ with other guys. You can ‘ding’ other girls just wrap it up.” Why the hell did I say that? I don’t want him sleeping with other women. But at the same time, we aren’t in a relationship so I can’t tell him what to do.

Tarek twists his head to the side. “You want me to fuck other girls while fucking you?”

“Now that you have said it out loud, no I don’t.”

“We only ding each other—” he counters.

“Until I get pregnant,” I snap. “I might not get pregnant right away.”

Tarek nods. “We’ll fucking ‘ding’ till you are.”

I get up and walk to the barstool where my phone was, and I text “DING water emoji and eggplant.” To Tarek’s phone.

“If you have any more rules, please feel free to run it by—” He cuts off as he pulls the phone out of his pocket.

A deep chuckle surrounds me. “I didn’t hear your watch go off,” he says as he place the phone on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well, I think we should test it out to see how this works.”

An evil smirk spread across Tarek’s face. “Come back here.”

The way he commanded me sent a shiver up my spine, my belly flutters in anticipation. I walk over to him, our eyes lock. His legs are spread wide.

He looked at me smirking. “If you want this, baby, take it,”

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