Page 7 of Chips & Checks
“Decided what?” I wheeze.
“If you’re coming back to the hotel with me.”
My body is just as traitorous as Ash. My brain knows better, but my needy pussy is begging me to climb Murph like a tree.
“What makes you think I’d do that?” I ask.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Murph’s sensual smile has my nipples hard against the lining of my bra in a matter of seconds. “This is what I’m good at. And you deserve a man with experience.”
I gulp. “I have some… terms. First, I want to know what’s on the agenda.” Any reference to blowjobs, and I’m going to bail like I’m D.B. Cooper.
Murph’s eyes travel over me, setting me on fire from within. “Excellent. I have some rules. So tell me about these terms first.”
I swallow hard. Here goes nothing. “Like, no weird kinks. No pain. No surprise butt stuff. Definitely no pushing my head down for anything.” I pause, narrowing my eyes. “And if you refer to your dick as a ‘weapon’ or a ‘beast,’ I will fake a seizure and call a Lyft.”
He snorts. “Damn. You wound me. But fair.” He lifts a hand like he’s swearing in at a Senate hearing. “No kink, no pressure, no bestial references to my anatomy.”
“Also,” I say, voice rising slightly, “no calling me itty bitty. Or baby. Or little lady.”
He tilts his head, mock-offended. “What about sweetheart? Angel? Sugar dumpling?”
“Only if you want to get throat punched.”
“Got it. You’re a hard limit gal.” His lips twitch. “Now it’s my turn.”
I lift my brows. “You have terms?”
“Oh, I always have terms.” He leans in. “No sleepovers. No cuddling after. No falling asleep in my arms, no asking what this means, and definitely no bringing up zodiac signs or exes.”
“I wasn’t going to!” I wave a hand. “I don’t even know your sign.”
“Scorpio.”
“Of course you are.”
He grins. “Also, no calling this a ‘hookup with feelings.’ No friends with bennies. No situationship. And don’t give me a cutesy nickname when you remember me. Just think ‘Murph,’ like a respectable adult.”
“Oh, honey,” I say, saccharine sweet. “You will forever remain in infamy as ‘Regret Emoji #7.’”
“Hot.” He lifts his glass in a toast. “To mutual disappointment.”
I clink mine against his. “To responsible adults having one night of ethically negotiated fun.”
He nods solemnly. “Spoken like a woman who’s definitely going to rock my world.”
I snort. “Spoken like a man who’s going to wake up with glitter in places glitter should never be.”
Murph’s eyes travel over me, setting me on fire from within. “Excellent. We have our rules. You need an agenda. I need boundaries. We’ve clearly reached peak sexual maturity.”
“Let’s see if we can take that expert negotiation right into an amazing night.”
“Shall we wait for Ash so that we can let her know that we’re leaving?” he adds, surprisingly practical for a man who just offered up his hotel room like a snack.
“Nope.” I fumble with my phone. “I’ll text her. Which hotel are you staying in?”
“The Grove at Lake Serenity. Room 317.” He reaches into his pocket and withdraws the room key, still tucked into one of those paper sleeves with the room number handwritten on the front in blue ink.
Okay, but why is it hot that he’s providing that information without any game playing? The fact that he’s being so forthcoming makes me like him more, which in turn makes me want him more. I text Ash the details with trembling hands. Between my nerves and my lust, I can hardly keep my head on straight.
