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“What the hell was that?” I asked as I studied his face.

“I’m sure they call it the same in America. I kissed you. Has it been so long that you’ve forgotten what a kiss is?” he asked, his voice filled with levity.

“I know what a kiss is—ass. What I don’t understand is why you bothered. I obviously don’t stir your emotions.”

He looked startled as well as confused. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you having a laugh at my expense? I kissed you because I want you, Weezie—very much.

“I think our definition of want must be different. When you kissed me, I got wet. You got nothing. I mean really, Keenan. You had me lip-locked in a tight squeeze, so unless you’re hiding a Vienna sausage in your pants, you weren’t excited. I felt you, and there was nothing.”

For a moment, he appeared embarrassed. Then he began chuckling under his breath. The bastard was actually laughing at me.

“You think because I had no erection, I didn’t get excited? I spent years training my body not to grow aroused by certain stimuli. Remember all those half-naked print ads and book covers? When I was younger, I got a hard-on every time I stood next to a girl. It was awkward and embarrassing. I have major issues with my size. It’s not what you think. I’m not boasting. I’m just stating the facts. I’ve spent so much time programming my body not to respond; it’s become second nature to me. I’m so sorry you took it as me not desiring you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Wait. What? He was toting a kielbasa in his pants? How had I not heard about this? If it were true, it should have been documented on Google. What he said did make sense. I mean, who wants a male model getting a boner every time they’re photographed? Well, besides me. I’d buy the poster.

“Were you truthfully aroused? Tell me.”

He lowered his head until his lips met the shell of my ear. “I want to bury my cock so deep inside you they’ll need an excavation team to find it. I need you to understand with clarity that I am not immune to your charisma. The waiting is tough, but it will be worth it when we consummate our relationship. I know you have special attributes, and the truth is so do I. Our pairing should be quite explosive.”

Fuck me. I was holding my breath. My heart beat in unison with my pussy. The floodgates were open and it was Niagara Falls. My skin felt stretched and heat flushed through me everywhere. My nipples tightened as my pupils dilated. I had always pooh-poohed sex talk and phone sex, but I was positive I almost choked on my tongue. My brain was a jumbled-up mess. The only words that stood out like a neon sign were cock and deep—oh, and maybe excavation. I’d never had much need for battery-operated dildos, but at this point, it was either that or picking up some random man. I’d been monogamous for a while now. The longest since I was a virgin.

“Do you masturbate?” I swear the question just fell out of my mouth.

Keenan didn’t look shocked or uncomfortable. “Normally, no. But because of you, lately, many times. If I didn’t, I would break my promise and bend you over your front railing before I really get to know you. I’m attempting something different with you, Weezie, but you can be a compelling reason to fall off the wagon.”

Wow. This blond god beat off to me. I wondered what he thought about while he stroked himself.

“Turnabout is fair play, Weezie. Do you dabble?” he asked in such a breathy whisper it made me shudder.

“Does going over your pussy with the buff puff more than twice count?”

He chuckled. “I’m not familiar with a buff puff, but I do love it when you say pussy. Do you come?”

I hardly ever got embarrassed, but for some reason, what he asked made my cheeks burn. “Umm… no.”

“You sound unsure. Never mind. Rest assured, when I make you come, there will be no doubts. Don’t climax without me. Wait for me. I want to be the one that stirs every emotion and makes your body surrender.”

“Jesus, Keenan, stop. This is too much. Can’t we just fuck and get better acquainted after?”

“I don’t think it works that way. Be patient, and I promise you will not be disappointed.”

From head to toe I was aroused. I squeezed my thighs together because my core was drenched and I could feel it leaking down my legs.

“This is why I’m attracted to you. You say whatever you fancy. It’s an admirable trait, Weezie.”

“I think I may need more than words to keep me sated.”

With that, he kissed me again. Deeply and with intense purpose. My hands skimmed the slight swell of his length. My entire body was vibrating. He had no idea how our first time would be explosive; truer words were never spoken. But the need to have physical contact with someone was overwhelming. My mind went back and forth considering the idea of monogamy. I wasn’t built for one man. Just as Keenan had his nature, I had mine.

“You need to do what you have to do, Weezie,” he said as though he just read my thoughts. He was giving me permission to stray. “I want you to be content, and I know what I’m offering currently isn’t going to pacify you. Please, do what you must, but can we set a few guidelines?”

Okay, Keenan was giving me permission to fuck someone else. Who was this man and why hadn’t he been cloned? “Guidelines?” I asked.

“I don’t expect you to change who you are. Am I happy telling you to go have relations with another man? No. It kills me inside, honestly, but if I’m unable to give you what you need, then I suppose you’ll need to secure it elsewhere. But I do have a couple stipulations. Please do not have sex—intercourse—and I recommend we both get a clean bill of health prior to us having relations. I have always used a condom, but with you, I wish to forgo it. I can’t get you pregnant. Can you do those two things?”

“Of course, but honestly, you could get me pregnant. I may be old, but I’m not that old. I still have a period, which is why I’ve always used protection.”

He shook his head as he faced me. “I’m sterile. You and Latch are the only two people in the world privy to that information.”

What he said took me by surprise. “Is that why you chose me? You thought I was in an age bracket that wouldn’t want children?”

He gave me a sobering glance. “Really, why must you think I have some ulterior motive? Can’t I just be riveted by your intellectual conversation and your stellar personality?” He spit out satirically.

“Asshole. That is, I believe, the same term they use in England, isn’t it?” I quipped as I crossed my arms.

“I’m trying to be open and honest with you. Do what you must, but don’t allow another man inside you. Promise me that, and truly, I don’t need to know about anything else.” His voice was beginning to sound tired.

I had no idea what to say to that or how I felt about being with someone else. I was kind of enamored by this man. But I was consumed by needing something physical. I felt like a drug addict. I needed a fix. If Keenan was going to make me wait, I had to do something to get by. I never had to take care of myself in that department. He didn’t realize the risk he was taking by giving me carte blanche. I missed sucking cock. But the truth was I wanted to suck his cock.

I wondered how long it had been for him, and I was still curious why he chose me. I was nothing special, unless you’d been a recipient of one of my puff chores. Did he give me permission because he planned to be with other women? I hadn’t thought about that. Jealousy rushed through my veins like fire. No, he wouldn’t do that. He was much too honest and cultured. He was testing me. Fuck. All bets were off. I might have gotten high SAT scores, but on this exam, I was going to fail—miserably.

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