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But instead, he quietly shook his head. “Not my style. I try to be honest with people. Always. No use in promising something if I’m not going to come through with it.”
I flashed a smile at him, as I took a drink for myself.
“Wait. Really?” Nicholas let out a dramatic gasp. “I’m surprised, Parker. You really don’t seem like the type?—”
“I’m not the type,” I corrected. “Usually. Sometimes, though, guys can be a little aggro and it feels easier to let them think they can see me again instead of having them ask me a bunch of questions about why they can’t.”
“The consequences of being in such high demand?”
“The consequences of putting yourself out there, at all.” I harshly chuckled. “Not everyone’s as cool as you, Nicholas.”
“Okay, my turn.” He hummed as he gently tapped his bottle against the kitchen island. “Never have I ever… stolen someone’s boyfriend?”
I chuckled again as I pushed my bottle away from me for emphasis. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“Hey, I’m just asking questions.” Nicholas chuckled, too, as he copied my motion, pushing his bottle away. “I didn’t think either of us ever did that one, though. Not seriously, anyway.”
“Back to me, then.” I tilted my head to the side, allowing the question more room to rattle around in my brain before I asked it. “Never have I ever… had the best sex of my life in my own home?”
Nicholas didn’t hesitate to reach for his drink and take a quick swig.
Of course, his reaction set off about a million questions inside of me, ones that were ping-ponging back and forth between the very front of my brain all the way to the back of my neck. I was frozen by the weight of it, the sheer potential implications that Nicholas was admitting that the best sex he’d ever had was with me?—
Or maybe I was reading way too much into his response.
Maybe he did have the best sex of his life in his own home, and it wasn’t with me.
“Girlfriend?” I blurted out the question and Nicholas quirked an eyebrow in return.
“What?”
“Did you have the best sex of your life with a girl who was your girlfriend?”
“That’s not how this game works.” Nicholas laughed. “You’ll have to find another way in if that’s what you wanted to know. Anyway, it’s my turn now.”
He leaned toward me, his eyes drifting down to my lips before they slowly dragged across my face. “Never have I ever… wanted to take off my shirt right now.”
I took my time as I reached for my drink, wanting to keep my eyes locked on Nicholas’ own, the heat stirring behind his gaze making something flutter inside my chest. When my hand finally made it to my drink, I felt Nicholas’ palm shadowing over mine, his thumb running along my fingertips.
“Me too,” he murmured, before he quickly took a swig of his beer. Once he set it back down on the island, his hands went toward his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. I took a drink of my own beer before I followed his lead, pulling my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the kitchen floor.
“Never have I ever…,” I started, my pulse racing with excitement and anticipation, “…wanted to have someone be dominant with me.”
Nicholas seemed thrown off by the question as I beamed over at him. I brought my beer bottle toward my lips before I ran my tongue alongside its opening, a few seconds later letting the bottle’s narrow neck slip a few inches into my mouth. Afterward, I threw back my head, the swig going straight down my throat before I placed the bottle back down beside me.
When I made eye contact with Nicholas again, there was a look on his face that I couldn’t quite describe, one that looked hungry and wanting.
“I see what you’re doing,” Nicholas said, his voice sultry and low. “Don’t think I don’t.”
“Really? What do you think I’m doing, Nicholas? I’m just asking questions.” I tried to make myself sound as innocent as possible. “You’re just asking questions, too, right?”
“Right.” He nodded, one of his hands reaching out for my face. He then slipped his thumb between my lips, sliding it into my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. I kept a straight face as I started to suck on his thumb, my tongue rolling around the pad of his finger like it was his cock, shamelessly bobbing my head back and forth.
“Fuck.” Nicholas groaned as he pulled his hand away from my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart?”
“You don’t like it?”