I stare at him, what in the world? This is the last thing that I was expecting him to say.
 
 “No pressure. No expectations,” he continues. “Just living in the moment for a while.” He shrugs as if this makes complete sense.
 
 I roll my lips to hide my smile. “So, you want to use my body as a booty-call?”
 
 “No… I want you to use my body as a booty-call.”
 
 “And what body part are you going to be benefiting me with?”
 
 “Right now?”
 
 I nod as our eyes lock.
 
 “My tongue.
 
 I raise my eyebrow.
 
 “I want to lay you out, spread those pretty thighs apart and lick you up. It’s been way too long since you came on my tongue.”
 
 I get a visual of Nathan’s head between my legs, and I get tingles down there. That’ll do it.
 
 “Hmm, interesting concept,” I reply dryly, as I act uninterested.
 
 He smirks. “I think so.”
 
 “No expectations?” I raise my eyebrow.
 
 “Not a one.”
 
 “No promises?”
 
 “Orgasms are the only sure thing.”
 
 “Hmm.” My mind begins to run at a million miles per minute. This could be the perfect plan. I get to have him, but I’m not tied down if things go pear-shaped.
 
 “What about other people?” I ask.
 
 “What about other people?” He replies.
 
 “Would you be sleeping with other people?”
 
 “Well, seeing how I’ve been alone for six months and haven’t, I don’t see that happening.”
 
 “Have you forgotten the strippers?”
 
 “No. But I wish you would,” he mutters dryly. “Can you wipe that from your memory bank?”
 
 “Unfortunately, not.” I sip my drink. “The other people is a deal breaker for me. I don’t want a public booty-call.”
 
 He smiles broadly, knowing he nearly has me. “No other people.”
 
 “Hmm.” I sip my drink as we stare at each other.
 
 The air crackles with possibilities.
 
 “So?” I watch on as in slow motion his tongue darts out and swipes out over his bottom lip. My sex clenches as I imagine it licking my most sensitive parts.
 
 “What do you say?” he prompts me.