“Sure. Sure, of course you’re right,” he said. When he winced instead of smiling, though, I chalked it up to my high imagination doing some wishful thinking.
Nothing good would come of this conversation. Searching for some way to distract us both, I scanned the room.
Ah, perfect.
“What’s all of that over there?” I asked, detangling our limbs so I could inspect the pile of shopping bags he’d brought.
He practically flew to intercept my path. “Nothing. We can talk about it another time.”
“You’re blushing,” I said with no small amount of glee. He was beautiful when he blushed. “Why are you blushing?”
“You said you don’t want to have sex. This is…sex stuff.”
“What sex stuff?”
Shy. He was beingshy. I’d seen him evasive and sheepish before. In the office, he could be understated and quiet, friendly and affable. Shy, on the other hand, was new.
“Today, when she was offering me the weed brownies, Addie and I started talking about her work with the marketing team. Which brought me back to our conversation yesterday. About people who can just…say what they want. No shame. No fear of what other people will think.”
“Yeah?”
“I couldn’t ever go in front of a crowd and declare my proclivities or anything. Don’t sign me up for the video testimonial crews. But…”
My stomach tightened. It had nothing to do with the cramps.
Whatever was in those bags, it had to be good.
And when he handed them over, my suspicions were confirmed.
Not to brag, but the fuck reports from our testers reliably informed us that BuzzCorp had the finest line of pegging products on the market today. Hudson had clearly availed himself of our samples closet, picking out a strap-on harness, butt plugs, extra-strength lubricants, and several dildos of various levels of size, turgidity, and realism.
“When we talked about what kinks you had,” he said, the words coming out from between barely moving lips, “what stuffyou’d be interested in, we talked about pegging, and it seemed like you were enthusiastic about trying it.”
“Oh.”
“You encouraged me to ask for what I want. That the people who matter won’t judge me. And this is what I want. I’m hoping you won’t run away. I hope you care about me the way I am. Kinks and wants and all.”
He must have taken the tsunami of lust that overcame me for revulsion, because he imploded with the intensity of a collapsing star.
“Areyou into it? It’s not a big deal if you aren’t, and even if you are into it, we definitely don’t have to do it tonight, especially when you’re not feeling well, but—”
“Yes.”
He blinked at my abrupt cutoff.
“Yes?”
My face now ached from smiling so hard. “Yes. Very much yes.”
The crazy thing was: It wasn’t just the pegging that turned me on. It was that he told me about it. The last time he’d shared his fantasies with someone, his ex-girlfriend, she’d laughed in his face and insulted him. It was enough to make him run from his own sexual desires, to defer to his partner no matter what.
Now he was offering himself to me. Kinks and wants and all.
“So…we don’t have to do it tonight,” he said. “I don’t want to pressure you, especially when you’re not feeling well. But…at some point in the future…would you want to?”
I would be a novice, to be sure. I’d only ever seen pegging in porn, read about it in books, and heard plenty of horny details from the fuck reports our product testers provided. Still, my excitement threw over any nerves I might have felt.
I wanted him. Every way I could have him.
