Page 59 of Conquering the King of Storms

“In the first few weeks, it was about both of us enjoying it. We would hook up in random places; closets, classrooms, his office, in parking lots, whenever we were horny, and he caredabout whether or not I enjoyed it for the most part. When the adrenaline faded, all I was to him was a possession to be used. What I wanted no longer mattered, and I wasn’t attracted to him anymore.”

Sirus was quiet for a long moment, and I opened my eyes. I worried I’d see him fuming, but when I looked up at him, his expression was contemplative. “So you enjoyed the frequency of the passion, and the spontaneity.”

“Is that one of your questions?” I checked.

“No. Thinking aloud.” His eyes dipped back to mine, and he considered me for a long moment before he asked his last question. “Based on your past experiences, what would your ideal sex life be, if you were with the perfect partner?”

Damn.

Maybe I should’ve only given him two questions.

I bit my lip and acted like I had to think about it, even though I already knew the answer.

“That’s a hard one,” I murmured, trying to come up with a way out of giving him an honest answer. Honesty would make me feel vulnerable, and I didn’t want to feel vulnerable.

“It is,” Sirus agreed. He dipped his hips a little, and his erection brushed my core.

A snort escaped me.

He was better with jokes than he sometimes seemed.

But his playfulness even in the moment of serious honesty made me feel like I had to give him an honest answer, or none at all.

“This is a very personal question,” I finally told him. “I only want to answer if you’re going to, too.”

His lips pressed in a grimace, but he dipped his head in a harsh nod.

“All I’ve ever really wanted physically is to feel like the man I’m with wants me and is attracted to me for me. That he’s into my body, even though I’m not curvy or stunning or unique. That he finds my mind sexy, even though I’m not the funniest, or most brilliant, or most exciting person he’s ever met. That he wouldn’t change me if he could, and is willing to be all-in with me, never looking at another woman twice because for him, I’m enough. If I feel like the guy I’m with is attracted to me, then I have a high sex drive and am horny. A lot. My perfect partner and I would probably fuck at least once a day. Sometimes twice.” I shrugged one shoulder, though Sirus was still positioned over me. “I wouldn’t care where we did it, or how.”

His eyes burned hotter.

He remained silent.

I gave him a few minutes before I wrapped my hands around his biceps, determined not to let go unless he allowed me into his thoughts the way he’d promised to.

When he didn’t speak up, I prodded, “What would your ideal sex life be like, with your perfect partner?”

“I’ve never let myself consider it,” Sirus finally admitted, his gaze still scorching me. “But given the way the past few weeks have gone, I find it safe to say that my ideal sex life would be similar to yours. Intimacy every day, sometimes more than once. I appear to be insatiable, with the right partner.” His fingers squeezed my thigh, and I tried to ignore the heat in mylady-parts. “Feeling respected is a large factor for me, as well. And if I can’t respect myself because of my past actions, how can I expect you to respect me?”

The conversation had shifted to exactly where I had hoped it would go, and I was fucking here for it.

“Tell me exactly why I shouldn’t respect you right now,” I said.

His expression tightened. “You were drugged, and I allowed you to touch me intimately.”

“I was drugged, and you stopped me from giving you a blowjob or sitting on your cock,” I countered. “I find that pretty damn respectable.”

He bit back, “I lost control.”

“You solved a problem,” I corrected him. “You hadn’t expected me to react that way, right?”

He grudgingly nodded.

“There was no way you could’ve walked away from me. What was the alternative? Throwing me in the pool?”

“If I’d done that, you could’ve been injured,” he growled at me.

“Okay, so what was the alternative?” I pressed, repeating the same question.

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