Page 26 of Experiments in Love
Anson liked it too because he laughed…the happy eyes, sparkling kind. “I agree. But you need to let me know if any of our exercise was something you don’t want to do again going forward or if we need to change something.”
He liked knowing what I was thinking.
“Would it upset you if there wasn’t anything we needed to change?” Some people were hard to please. I didn’t think Ansonwould be like that, but I was glad when he shook his head. “I liked what happened and how it turned out.”
Pressing his lips together, he managed not to laugh. “Okay, new topic so we don’t get in trouble.”
Thank goodness.
“Francis will be incredibly upset if I get arrested or we get thrown out of here.” He was one of thosehard to pleasepeople too sometimes. “He said he wouldn’t let me tell him about our date if I got in trouble.”
Anson’s face puckered up and he frowned. “That’s drastic.”
“I know.” Shaking my head, I reached for my water. Juice wasn’t magically going to appear, so I gave up hoping. “He’d do it too. He’s very stubborn.”
“Well.” Anson looked like he was plotting as his smile came back. “We’re just going to have to do a lot today to make sure you have plenty to tell him about.”
Oh, that was devious.
Having a Dom was more interesting than I’d expected.
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“No, I’m going to have so much to tell him about.” Francis was going to love it. “He thought we’d just go to the movies or walk around the park or something, then go have sex.”
Anson laughed as we walked into the house. “He’s not going to believe you.”
“Jamestown was so much better than going to the movies.” I had to sit still there. “I’m going to have to take him back there. I don’t think he’s been either.”
Oops.
“Oh.” Somehow the floor decided it didn’t like me, but Anson caught me before I fell. “Is it okay if I take him there? Is it just an us thing?”
Kissing my head, he let me go once I was steady. “You can take him there if you’d like. It’s not someplace that’s private to me, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Great.” Giving him a quick peck, I took his hand and tugged him into the living room. “Moving dates are so much better than sitting still dates.”
Dates always hadsooomuch sitting.
“Well, this date involved moving and reading and talking and eating.” Anson looked very pleased with himself when I nodded. “So you have a full report of nonsexual things to tell Francis about too. Just in case you want to leave out the bits that will make him uncomfortable.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Pushing Anson down onto the couch, I climbed on his lap, straddling his legs. “I like it when he squirms. I’m not trying to date him, so making him happy all the time isn’t my goal. He needs me to push his buttons so he talks and does stuff. Ranting is stuff, so it counts.”
“I agree. Ranting counts.” Grinning, Anson wrapped his arms around me. “But is there anything you’d like to tell me about our current situation?”
“No. This was as far as I got, so now it’s your turn.” He liked making decisions, so I wasn’t worried about it. He done it all day long, making one after the other, and he still didn’t seem tired of it. “Aren’t you proud of me for deciding something?”
“Yes. But I don’t have a problem making decisions.” He gave me a quick kiss and settled back on the couch, running his hand over my head. “You want cuddles, huh?”
Nodding, I wiggled. “And something else? Cuddles and a movie, maybe? You said you didn’t have to go yet and that you weren’t tired of me.”
He didn’t find me exhausting at all.
He hadn’t yawned or told me his battery was low.
“I’m not tired of you.” He gave me a wicked grin and a quick kiss. “And at the very least, I still have to fuck you.”
Giggling, I nodded. “You haven’t changed your mind?”
