I feel my heart start to flutter. What the hell am I negotiating here? I’m already hopelessly hung up on


    this guy. This is dangerous territory.


    “I would want monogamy,” he whispers as he picks up my hand and kisses it.


    I raise a brow in question.


    “I don’t share.” His eyes darken.


    My mouth goes dry. “Neither do I.”


    “I wouldn’t expect you to. I’m a one-woman man.”


    We sit and stare at each other as the electricity starts to re between us.


    I start to feel my arousal roll at the mere thought that this n could actually work.


    His dark eyes drop to my mouth and his tongue slides over his lip. I feel our connection all the way to


    my toes.


    “Can I see you tonight?” he asks in a whisper.


    I  smile  and  a  little  voice  from  the  back  of  my  psych  screams  No! You  are  setting  yourself  up  for


    heartbreak. “You can.” I smile shyly.


    He raises his eyebrow sexily.


    Dear, God. I think I just made a deal with the devil himself.


    Control. Is it an illusion or conscious decision?Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Hmm, I just don’t know. I willingly agreed for the n to involve us being casually exclusive, so why


    the hell am I so torn about my decision? Do I really want this, or was I just so excited that he offered not


    to  sleep  with  anyone  else,  I  jumped  at  the  chance  without  thinking  it  through?  Do  I  even  want  to  be


    exclusive with one man? I don’t know anymore. I’ve been over analyzing this all day. I think I’m going to


    tell him that I want to keep seeing him but I’m not going to promise anything else. But is that then opening


    the door for him to sleep with whoever he pleases? And will I kick myself for screwing up further down


    the track?


    I am d he put his cards on the table, though. I would hate to be pining for him like I was for the first


    two weeks after meeting him.


    It’s 8pm and star is due to pick me up any moment now. I am primped and waxed to the nines and


    nervous as hell. I shouldn’t be. This is just casual sex, I remind myself.


    I close my eyes. I already know it’s deeper than that, so who am I kidding?


    I am wearing a navy, backless, long sleeve dress with high heel strappy stilettos. My hair is down and


    full, and my makeup is minimal. I even stopped and bought some sexy white satin underwear on the way


    home. This guy is costing me a fortune. Vanessa is at work and Hank is watching television when I hear a


    knock on the door and hold my breath. I close my eyes and listen.


    “Hello,” I hear my Irishman say through a smile. “I’m star. I’m here to pick up Em.”


    “Oh, hi,” Hank replies goofily. “She’s in her bedroom. Through here.”


    “Thank you.”


    My bedroom door opens. I turn and there he stands in his blue jeans, white shirt and navy zer. He’s


    so gorgeous and holy hell, he smells divine.


    He smiles sexily and turns to close the door behind him. I hold my breath as he walks toward me. He


    bends down and his lips brush mine, hisrge hand cupping my face before his lips begin to suck on my


    mouth. My eyes instinctively close and my knees nearly buckle from underneath me.


    “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day,” he breathes.


    He kisses me again in the silence and his hands slip down to my behind. He pulls me forward against


    his waiting cock.


    Sweet Jesus.


    “Seeing me or fucking me?” I whisper into his lips.


    “Seeing you, talking to you, holding you… then fucking you.”


    “Hmm.” I smile as my tongue dances with his. “Excellent answer.”


    He sits down on my bed and pulls me onto hisp until I’m straddling him and we start to really kiss.


    My body moves in a perfect rhythm, brushing back and forth over his hard length.


    “Let’s get those panties wet before we leave the house,” he whispers. His hands grip my behind with


    force as he circles my pubic bone down onto his with pressure.


    Are you freaking kidding? I coulde doing this.


    My lips drop to his neck and I nibble my way up to his ear. “Tell me about your cock,” I whisper.


    “Well, right now… he wants to be fed.”


    “What does he want to eat?”


    “You.” He kisses me as he starts to lose control. “All of you. Every inch.”


    Our arousal heats up and we start to really make out.


    “Let’s change the order,” he breathes.


    “Huh?” I frown through my arousal fog.


    “Lets fuck first, then talk and hold each otherter.”


    I smile broadly. God, this man makes me like a cat on heat. “No.” I peel myself off him. “We are


    eating first.” I stand and walk back to my mirror. Stop being so easy, Emerson.


    He smiles sexily as he watches me reapply my lip gloss. I lick my lips for added effect and he raises a


    challenging brow.


    “Are you teasing me?” He whispers sexily.


    I blow him a kiss. “Totally.” I wink.