“I have the most beautiful wife.”His hands held onto my waist as his eyes continued roaming over me.
I turned my head to see his laptop still on.Assuming it was his work stuff, I didn't stare—until I thought I saw a word that wouldn't have anything at all to do with work.After I did a double-take, I stared at the screen.
Shocked.
It said, “Oral sex.”
My eyes nearly bugged right out.“What the heck is that?”I pointed to the screen.
Stefan chuckled.“Just making that spreadsheet you requested.”
My mind started spinning.“I asked for a spreadsheet with oral sex written on it?”My voice rose to nearly a squeak.
“Yes, you did.How could you forget?You asked for a list of sexual goals to complete before we begin playing in my—
I cut him off while I stared at his spreadsheet.“Dungeon.”
He laughed quietly.“Yes, Francesca.My dungeon.Do you have any questions?”
I scrolled down, reading carefully.“Why do you have so many subheadings under—oral?”I squinted and kept reading.“Isn't there just one way of giving oral?”
His hands rubbed my arms.“No.For example, sometimes you'll come up between my legs when I'm sitting down—and give me head that way.Other times, we'll be in the shower, and you'll be on your knees while I stand.And then other times, when I just want to fuck your face, I'll be on my knees.”
Oh.
Boy.
“There are other positions.But we can get into that as we go,” he added.
I kept scrolling down, down and down.Right at the bottom, I saw a word I didn't understand.“What is—” I moved closer to the screen.“Sharing?”That was the last thing on the spreadsheet.“Sharing what?Like, sex toys or something?”
Stefan quickly scrolled up and said, “Not exactly.But we don't need to think about that quite yet.There's a lot more to do on the list before we get there.”
I scrolled.And scrolled.
And scrolled.
“I'm going to need a printout of this when you're done.”I looked at him and immediately met his eyes.They were already on me.
Full of heat.
So much heat that he warmed me as well.“Do you have a printer?”
He smiled and nodded.“Yes, Francesca.I have a printer.And yes, I will print off a copy for you when it's done.”His hand wandered down to my knee and stayed there—burning through the thin material of my chemise.
“It must be finished.”I glanced back at the spreadsheet.“I mean, look how long it is.There can't possibly be any more sex things to do.”
He laughed and slipped his hand underneath the fabric on my thigh.“There are a lot of—” his smile grew, “sex things to do.I also need to edit and double check that I've included everything I intend to.”
I bit my lip as I read between the lines of his spoken words.“So—” I said in a drawn-out manner, “there are things that you aren't going to include?”
His hand squeezed my thigh.“Exactly.”
I tilted my head and pursed my lips in thought.The problem was I couldn't think of anything he wouldn't include.“Things you don't want to include.”
His hand rubbed up and down my thigh.“Yes,” was all he said in answer.
“Hmm.But what if I want to do them?”
