“Well, that was nice.”
“He got super annoying at the end, so it was not as nice,” I counter. “Do you annoy your sister?”
“Well, considering I haven’t spoken to my sister since her husband slept with my wife and she blamed it on me, I’m going to say no.” My eyes go big for a minute and then we both snort out a laugh.
“That was?—”
“I don’t think I’ve ever said that before and laughed after it,” he admits, his voice light.
“I’m glad I could help you out. Shouldn’t you be getting in the zone and shit?”
“I’m about to get into the zone and shit.” He laughs the whole time he says that. “But I wanted to ask you something.”
“No,” I say right away. “The answer is no.”
“You don’t even know the question.” He can’t stop laughing and, to be honest, I like it so much I want him to always be laughing.
“I think I know the question, and I’m going to have to say no.”
“Okay.” He stops laughing and I hear him walking. “What do you think I’m going to ask you?”
“If I want to do anal. Sorry, buddy, it’s a one-way street.”
“Kylie,” he hisses out my name.
“What? I know that is where it’s going. We have good sex.”
“Just good?” he counters, and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t want it to be very good, Knox. It might kill you.” I bite my lip. “You said it yourself.”
“It’s even better than very good,” he mumbles. “Anyway, that isn’t why I’m calling, but I would like to table that discussion for another time.”
“Of course you would.” I take the pizza out of the box and then walk over to grab a knife to slice open the plastic film. “How is this? We can do anal.”
He hisses out, “Yes.”
“After I peg you.” He groans. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. You can shove your dick up my ass after I shove mine up yours.”
“Okay, this conversation has taken a whole turn backward.”
“You are the one who called me,” I point out, putting the pizza on the pan.
“Yeah, not to talk about anal,” he hisses out, “to ask you something.”
“Fine, the answer is still no.”
“You didn’t even hear what I’m going to say.”
“Don’t you have to go?” I turn to start the oven.
“I would have already been done with this conversation if you let me ask you the question in the beginning.”
“I don’t know what’s taking you so long.” I lean against the counter and cross my legs at the ankle as I wait for the oven to preheat.
“Next week,” he starts and I don’t interrupt him, “I have Monday to Wednesday off.”
“Okay.”
