Page 81 of Vicious Cycle
Blair rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about the singer. I’m talking about the Virgin Mary.”
“Oh that Madonna.”
“Yeah, that one.” Wagging a finger at me, Blair said, “Let’s face it. You can be a bit prudish, Alex.”
“I am not,” I huffed.
“Yeah, you are.”
“You act like I’m a virgin saving myself for marriage. I’ve had plenty of sexual partners.”
“And probably very vanilla sex.”
“Trust me, I can be kinky,” I protested.
“Is that right?” Blair questioned with an impish grin.
“It sure is. I’ve even told you about some of it. Remember?”
“True. So, you need to think of the kinkiest, most-depraved thing and do it for Deacon.”
“And erotic sex is supposed to cement our relationship?”
“It will throw him off if he’s chasing the whole good girl persona you got going on. It’s all new and fresh now, but what happens if that starts to wear off? You need to show him there’s depth to your sexual repertoire.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Are you trying to say that there’s nothing more to our relationship than sex?”
“Of course not,” she protested.
“It sure sounds like it.”
“Seriously, Alex. No one who has seen him look at you could argue that he doesn’t have serious feelings for you. And I don’t just mean sexually.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“But at the same time, he’s a man. And what did my mother always tell us about keeping a man happy?”
“Keep his belly full and his balls empty,” I said.
“Exactly!” Blair grinned. “Since you’re decent at cooking, you gotta amp up the sex game.”
I playfully smacked her arm. “Hey now. I’m not that bad of a cook.”
“Let’s hope your blow jobs are better than your beef roast.”
“Bitch,” I teased.
After that night, the devil on my shoulder had won the battle with the angel, and I’d entertained the idea of a sexual surprise for Deacon. Although I wasn’t a fan of the club owning a strip club, I’d decided to use it to my advantage tonight.
Underneath the dress I was wearing was a scandalous lingerie set. I planned on giving Deacon an eyeful while performing a lap dance for him in one of the private rooms I’d reserved.
After Deacon handed me a helmet, he said, “Come on, Alex. The surprise is done for considering I have to know where we’re going.”
As I adjusted the helmet strap, I replied, “The Lounge.”
I busted out laughing at the shock and horror on Deacon’s face. “Are you screwing with me?”
With a cat-like smile, I replied, “Not now, but maybe later.”
