Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,63
Sweet Jesus, but I like the sound of that. My nipples actually tighten.
“Yes, Miss Shaw.” He gives a deep nod, looking serious. Again, I want to pinch myself because we can’t be discussing this right now. “I would feel most comfortable if our agreement was in writing, but the document can be fluid.”
“A document?”
“Yes, an agreement in writing, but subject to change.” It’s like he’s coaxing me. Like he did in the interview.
“What kinds of things would we put in the agreement, and how would it be subject to change?”
“You would be in the driver’s seat. It’s important you know that.” He lifts his eyes for a second. “Okay, your question was, what would be in the document? You might be comfortable with some things…even insist on them, but uncomfortable with others. We can list these things.” He must see how I’m frowning because he adds, “For example, you might not be comfortable with anal sex. We would—”
I have one of my coughing fits. Oh, frack! I can’t stop.
“Do you need water?” Bolt asks when my eyes well with tears. I keep my hand in front of my mouth and cough it out while shaking my head. Eventually, I can breathe again. I pull a few breaths into my lungs.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much. Go on.” I’m shocked at how relaxed I sound. Anal? Freaking anal?
“Okay, so we put in the agreement that you don’t want anal sex, but then maybe you decide that you want to try it.” He holds up a hand. “This is hypothetical…then we change the clause and move in that direction.”
“Have you had anal sex before?” The question is out before I can stop it.
“We’re not discussing my previous sexual encounters, Miss Shaw, but I’ll answer this once, no, I have not. I would be open to the idea if you’re into—”
“No!” I shake my head vigorously. “That’s fine. I’m…quite boring, actually.”
“I think you might surprise yourself.” OMG! He didn’t just say that. I want to fan myself. “Okay, so no anal, but would you be opposed to toys, like a butt plug or my finger?” He quirks a brow. “Or is your ass completely out of bounds?”
I squeak because my throat has closed, and I need air.
“Too much too soon?” His mouth twitches.
I nod because I can’t trust my voice.
“It’s all outlined in the agreement.” He pushes a document across to me. The envelope is fairly thick, considering what it holds. Namely, rules surrounding our sexual relationship. “It’s comprehensive, but I think that’s important. I know this is a lot to take in. I can see you weren’t expecting this, and that you need some time to think about it. In fact,” he gives the document a tap, “read through this tonight.” He smiles and out pops that dimple. His eyes glint. “Run yourself a nice hot bath tonight. Pour yourself a glass of wine and think about it. I urge you to read this. Don’t just sign.” He shakes his head. “We can discuss anything you’re unsure of. I’m open to negotiation. It’s not normally something I tell people, but I’m making another exception with you.”
“I’m mostly worried about how this will affect my job, Bolt. I need this position now more than ever.”
“I assure you that your job is safe. You can turn me down, and I would be fine with that. Again, we’re adults, we have a professional relationship.”
“What if we entered into this…arrangement and I decided at some point that I wanted out? Maybe I end up bruising your ego. What if we can’t work together anymore? Sex can complicate things.”
“That’s the nice thing about putting everything in writing and keeping emotions out of it. I assure you that this agreement covers all of that. It’s set up very much in your favor. I’m not here to take advantage of you. Or to exploit you. This can be mutually beneficial, Miss Shaw. Let’s get the agreement out of the way, and we can have a trial run.”
“A trial run?” Holy moly! OM-double-G!
“Yes.” His voice is impossibly deep. His eyes seem darker. They’re focused so intently on me. “Another kiss? Maybe I can touch you…make you come with just my hand…put my mouth on you. We could go all the way, and fuck right off the bat.” He shrugs. “You tell me.”
His hand…his mouth...
I need cold water.
I need a fan.
Help!
“Again, it’s all up to you, Miss Shaw. You tell me what you want.”