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“Mmm, I don’t know.” I knew.I needed to make him sweat a little. Because the thought of walkingout of his life on Sunday morning was too much for me to cope with.“How are you going to make my fantasies come true over theinternet?”
“How am I going to make yourfantasies come true if I don’t know what they are?” hecountered.
“I’m twenty-five, okay? EvenI don’t know what my sexual fantasies are, other than—”
He rose up on an elbow, superattentive.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Veryfunny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.I’m waiting to hear another of your uncertain fantasies. The lasttime you shared one, it resulted in me watching you get fucked by astranger. I’m all in.”
“It doesn’t matter though,because you’re going to be off running around all over the worldbeing Mr. Fancy Richpants and I’m going to be in my parents’ guesthouse.” That’s exactly what I needed: one or both of my parentsbarging in during Facetime sex.
“That’s true. But youdoubted me before and I delivered.”
Hehaddelivered. He’d given me mynaughtiest fantasy, no strings attached. Maybe I should let him tryagain.
“How about this,” he began,taking my hand and weaving our fingers together. “Tomorrow is thewedding. It should be impossible for me to arrange anything whilebeing your brother’s best man, right?”
The presence of the bearmade me highly doubt anything wasimpossible…
“You tell me one of yourfantasies. No matter how outrageous it is, if I can make it happen,you’ll consider being my long-distance friend with benefits. Maybethat will mean I text you dirty assignments. Maybe it means that ifI’m on the west coast, we hook up for a night or two. Or we meet uponce a month. I’m not going to be picky. We’ve got a good thinggoing and I don’t want it to end.”
But it couldn’t be anything impossiblebecause… I wanted him to succeed. I didn’t want this to end,either.
“All right,” I said slowly.“How about this: you have until Sunday morning to prove it’ll beworth my while.”
“Define ‘worth your while,’”he said cautiously.
“I’m strong willed. Prove tome that you can make me surrender to you.” I tilted my head up tolook him in the eye. “Show me what I can only get fromyou.”
He laughed. “Wow. Okay.”
“You’re in?” I hooked myankle around his.
“You’re going to be tiredtomorrow night,” he reminded me. “It might not be the best time totry it out.”
“I’m twenty-five. I don’tneed as much sleep as you.” In fact, I ran on very little most ofthe time. “I could always sneak off and take a nap.”
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lipas he considered. “I’m not going to be comfortable if I thinkyou’re not in a good space.”
“It’s going to be after mybrother’s wedding. If you can make me zone out on orgasms until Idon’t care about anything else, that is the good space,” Iargued.
He was losing a battle with himself.Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to push. But I needed something to lookforward to.
“You’ve been the bright spotI didn’t anticipate this weekend,” I went on. “I had planned for itto be miserable.”
“Well, I don’t want youleaving an Ashe-branded property feeling that way,” he said with asoft chuckle. “All right. Await your orders.”
The answer sent a thrill through methat translated into a full-body shiver. “When?”
“When I give them to you,”he said, tapping my nose with his index finger. “Now, go tosleep.”
“Is that an order?” Iteased.
“It’s a condition of stayingin this bed,” he warned. “Go to sleep or I’ll throw you to thealligators.”
I snuggled tighter to him. It wasn’toften I got so much skin-on-skin contact. I soaked it up until Icouldn’t fight sleep anymore.