Page 47 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
‘Let’s,’ she agreed. She rolled her ankle and saw the way his gaze followed the motion before moving up her shin to her knee and then her thighs. The hot look made her shift in the comfy chair. ‘You want me to stay here, but I need clarification. Do you want to have sex with me?’
‘Yes.’
Her breath hitched. She’d meant to make him squirm, but he hadn’t even hesitated.
‘Were you not sure of that?’ he asked.
Frankly, she wasn’t. He’d been sending her so many crossed signals, but apparently, with a contract in place, he felt more comfortable about making his move. She didn’t want him comfortable. ‘All right. Any kinks?’
‘Do we really have to discuss this?’ he asked gruffly.
‘We really do.’ She’d had clients who liked her feet, another had been all about her hair, and then there had been the guy who’d collected her panties. She needed to know if any surprises were coming. He’d already thrown her a huge curve by going through Nina first.
‘Hard to say, but I’m not an old man.’ A muscle in his jaw flexed. ‘I’m going to be on you all night and day.’
He thought he was onto her, calling her bluff. Genieve decided to turn up the heat. She ran her fingers down along her breastbone and into her cleavage. ‘I have the staying power, if you do.’
His gaze ate up her breasts, and she felt her nipples perk up again, hard and hungry.
‘Any toys?’ she asked, her voice husky.
‘Don’t need them, but why limit ourselves?’ he returned.
His hands were clasped before him, but she could see his fingers drumming. She knew what that meant, and her lips curled. She was getting to him. ‘Anything goes?’
‘Anything we both like.’ His voice was practically a growl now.
It made her thighs squeeze. Trying to hide her reaction, she tucked her legs up to the side. The chair was deep and accommodating, but his jacket opened wider, showing more of her body.
And he wasn’t being shy about looking.
She needed to take him down a peg. ‘OK, but you’ll have to use protection.’
If anything, his attention focused even more, making her hips shift.
‘All my clients are required,’ she said. ‘That’s my stipulation.’
‘What about your boyfriends?’
‘My personal life is off-limits,’ she said sharply. ‘Stipulation number two.’
He eased back on the sofa, draping his arm along the arm rest. His legs were spread wide, and he drummed his fingers against his thigh. ‘Well, I’m going to need to know if you have a boyfriend or not, because that’s a deal-breaker for me. I don’t poach.’
Genieve stiffened. She hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while. It was difficult with her job. She either had to lie about it or find someone who was OK with it – and if they were OK with it, she wasn’t OK with them. It was a double standard, she knew, but that’s the way it was. ‘I’m currently unattached.’
She swore she saw the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans grow bigger, and she just wanted to scream at him. ‘Is there anyone you want me to pretend to be?’ she asked, forcing herself to remain calm.
‘Be yourself.’
‘Anything I should wear to get you off?’
He let out a chuckle – an actual laugh. ‘You’ve been doing a damn good job at that already.’
Oh, really. If she was what he wanted, why hadn’t he made any moves? She’d been throwing herself at him for days, but it was only now that she was becoming his escort that he pretended to be stepping up. And sheknewhe was pretending. He was going to blink soon, because she wasn’t backing down.
‘Anything else?’ she asked. ‘Is there anything in particular you like? Any positions I should prepare myself for?’
‘All of them.’
