I opened my mouth. Took it. Let the bite melt on my tongue.
“So, are you single?” Alistair asked. He leaned in, his lips ghosting my cheek, but it was his hand that held the conversation. His fingers slid along the inside of my thigh, measured and unapologetic. The lace I wore offered nothingbut a suggestion. One pearl nestled against my clit, slick with anticipation.
“I am available,Daddy.” I continued my fancy footwork on his jewels.
“You say you’re available. However, does that mean you’re single or in an open relationship?” Alistair asked.
“I’m single. Now, it’s my turn for questions. Do you believe in love?”
“I do.”
“You’ve been married before, and you’ve fathered a child with your ex-wife. Were you in love?”
“You really are a lawyer with those questions.” He let out a slow breath, eyes steady on mine. “The truth? I was never in love with my ex. But there was someone else. Someone I actually loved.”
I noticed his eyes crinkled when he gave a tight smile, indicating he was older than his youthful energy alluded. He could have passed as thirty. “Are you still in love with her?” I asked, sipping the rest of my beer.
“No.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-six.”
“I’m twenty-seven.”
“Age is just a number.” Alistair sensually rubbed his thumb on my hand. “It’s what’s in our hearts that matters.”
“I know.” I threw him a sophic grin.
“Ah, there’s the Mona Lisa smile,” Alistair said, eyes lighting up like fireworks. “God, you are so fucking sexy, do you know that?”
“I know.” My foot continued to massage his groin in circular motions.
“Let’s talk about our experiences,” he suggested. “You’re an incredibly sexy woman, and I want to know everything about you.”
“Everything?” my voice hitched. “I keep my bedroom secrets locked.”
“I’ll start,” he said. “I enjoy BDSM. Whips, handcuffs, and spanking. How about you?”
Chuckling, I answered, “BDSM is part of my sex life. I also like to have some fun with two or more partners. What’s been your experience?”
“The more, the merrier,” he replied with a smirk.
“How many?”
“Ah, wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart?”
“How about anal sex?” I asked. “Do you give, receive, or both?”
“I do both. Now, Vera, which gender do you prefer?”
“Mmm, both. And you?”
“I prefer women, but I’ve had sex with men,” Alistair confessed. “Age difference… younger or older?”
“I’ve been with both,” I admitted. “The youngest was a construction worker six years younger, and the oldest was a partner of a law firm in his mid-fifties.”
Alistair raised one eyebrow. “Interesting choices. My ex is an older woman, and the youngest I’ve been with is twenty-one. Tell me about your construction worker.”
