‘Well, I’m not suggesting you’d need to—’ The emphasis he places ononesnags. I know he’s not trying to tell me I’m hisonetrue love or anything, but there was a certain emphasis that makes me think. ‘Anyone?’ I repeat the word using his exact intonation. ‘You mean you like to sleep with both’—like I don’t already know this—‘at the same time?’ He nods, smiling like the cat that ate the cream. The cat that ate all the creamanddrank the milk. ‘The couple on the steps?’ She did seem very possessive, come to think of it.Where have I heard this before? Didn’t Fin say something about seeing Kit with a couple at lunch?
‘Acquaintances,’ he answers void of intonation though his eyes positively gleam.
Meanwhile, my own eyes are wide, and if I’m not mistaken, my mouth resembles that of a fish.
‘Acquaintances?’
‘Acquaintances I fuck.’
‘You’re not serious.’ I sound scandalized. For the record, I’m also more than a little turned on.
‘I am serious. As serious as I am about wanting to taste you. You remember that?’
In the absence of words, I nod. And cross my legs. He looks disreputable sitting there in his dinner jacket in this grubby café, the dark scruff of his stubble covering his jaw and his freshly fucked hair. He looks more fuckable and more alluring than a Saturday morning should see. How can I find it sexy that he’s come from another’s bed? Several others’ beds, maybe? Obviously, I don’t understand the dynamics of such things.
‘I think you’ll taste delicious,’ he murmurs, tilting his head.
‘That’s ridiculous.’ I push my fingers over my ears as though moving my hair. Clear my throat. Sit straighter in the chair.
‘I have a theory that you’ll taste like honey.’
‘And that’s impossible.’ My voice is weak and a little breathy, and my heart beats erratically, though this time, I fight the urge to fidget and squirm.
‘Have you ever had a one-night stand?’
‘Is this an interview?’
‘Ever gone down on a woman?’ Face burning, I shake my head. ‘Then you wouldn’t know, Dr Honey Bea.’
‘H-how is that my name these days?’
He hums, the sound low and compelling. ‘Because you’ll taste like honey. I know it, and I want it. I want to place my tongue between your legs until your honeyed cum covers my face. I want to crawl up your body, paying attention to every inch of your sun-kissed skin until I reach your face. Then I’ll kiss you, and then you’ll know I was right about how you taste.’
‘But I can’t do that,’ I whisper, my eyes sliding from his.
‘You can’t do what?’ he purrs.
‘Have sex with—’ I lean across the table as though those around will hear. ‘Have sex with multiple people. At the same time.’
‘I didn’t ask you to,’ he says, smiling. ‘I just said I want to fuck you. Have you all to myself. Especially not over there, though I would. You can choose. A hotel, a wall, a bed, bent over a spanking desk in a sex club... ’
‘But there was a man out there on the steps earlier.’ I can imagine Kit participating in threesomes. Can and will imagine probably, placing myself in a starring role. But could I be the meat in that sandwich? I don’t think my imagination would even stretch that far.
‘Greg,’ he asserts with a slight incline of his head. ‘Simone’s husband. What about him?’
‘He lets her... ?’ How to put this?
‘Fuck other men?’
Yes, that. A pure surge of need floods my body; his expression, the cadence of his voice, and the things he says—and the accompanying images— make it hard not to wriggle and squirm in my seat.
‘He likes to watch, mostly. Sometimes he joins in. When I let him.’
‘With you?’ Between my legs begins to throb, prickling waves of need pulsing through me.
This man is a wolf.
No, he’s the devil in a Saville Row suit.
I’d never survive him.
‘You know what they say, Dr Honey Bea. It’s never gay in a three way.’
