Page 38 of Withholding Nothing

“Well, pretty lady, having you come on my cock is a perfect reward for me,” he said as he stood and walked over to me. “Do we have a deal?”

I looked down at his outstretched hand and then looked up at him, my emotions pulling me in different directions. My mind screamed for me to slap his hand away and walk away from such an absurd idea, but my body and neglected core begged me to go for it. Not that I planned to lose, but it definitely wouldn’t hurt to see what he was really about in bed. But for now, I’d entertain his little bet, win it, and figure out what to do afterwards.

“Okay, deal. And I want to add nightly foot rubs if you lose,” I said with a smirk. He chuckled as he shook my hand.

“As if that would be a problem,” he said. “Well, good luck, sex kitten. You’ll need it.”

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“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, this is Natasha. What’s your fantasy tonight?” I said later on that evening as I worked.

“Hmm…wondering what your O face will look like when I win our bet,” the caller said. I smirked and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, fuck off, O’Shea, and stop calling,” I said, unable to stop the giggle that came from my lips.

“What? I’m a paying customer like everyone else! I want to hear my sex kitten talk dirty to me.”

“You know this is weird, right?”

“I don’t think it is.”

“You don’t think it’s weird to have phone sex with someone a few feet from you?”

“It’s only weird because you know who I am. You sure as hell didn’t have a problem moaning for me before, now did you, my little sex kitten?”

“Stop calling me sex kitten.”

“Aww come on, don’t be a poor sport. Now I paid for fifteen minutes, so I don’t want to waste it listening to you fuss about a name,” he said, his voice lowering. “So tell me, darling, when you were on the phone with your friends the other day, you said you had a dream about me. Tell me about it.”

My cheeks burned. Of course that asshole was eavesdropping on my conversation, just as he was a few days ago when he was outside my bedroom door.

“It’s not important. Plus, I don’t really remember,” I stammered. He let out a low chuckle.

“You’re not good at lying. Just tell me,” he murmured. I sat down on the edge of my bed, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Um…” I started and then shook my head. “I can’t. It’s silly.”

“I don’t think it would be silly. Well, unless you were just imagining me in my underwear or some shit,” he said and laughed. I smiled, trying to will away the nervous jitters I felt. If it hadn’t been him, I probably would’ve been able to tell this story to Avery with no hesitation. I wouldn’t feel judged or have to worry about what was going on through O’Shea’s mind every time I laid eyes on him.

“Well, it was a dream of us basically being on a honeymoon,” I mentioned.

“A honeymoon?”

“I know, it’s ridiculous,” I said.

“No, no, no. Keep going. What else happens?”

“Um, we were in this beautiful hotel room but most of my dream was dark because I was wearing a blindfold.”

“Hmm…I’ll have to keep the blindfold in mind for when I win the bet. But go on.”

“You’re not winning the bet.”

“So you say,” he said and snickered. “Anyway, carry on.”

“And you fucked me over and over, making me come multiple times until my body was weak.”

“That sounds sexy as fuck,” he said, his tone low and thick with lust. “I already told you the moment you give me the word, I’ll give you what I know you want.”

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