Page 103 of Making It Up

I can’t believe that’s David.

“You’ve…I’ve…I just…”

He squeezes me. “Are you mad? I love your stuff. I love your sweet and your naughty side, Mia. I want to make every fantasy come true for you.”

“I…” But I realize I’m not mad. I publish fanfiction. I put my stuff up on a public page. It’s a page I never would have expected David to find, of course, but I can’t be upset that people actually read the stuff I publicly publish.

“I’ve read the books too. I did that first. And I think it’s hilarious and fun you made Grant the owner of a sex club. It’s a great series and your stuff is definitely hot, but it’s also got substance. And you clearly love the source material.” He rubs small circles on my hips. “It’s made me feel closer to you.”

I wet my lips. “It’s been fun talking to you online. I’ve appreciated your encouragement to make the relationship more than just a sexual one inside the club.”

He nods. “It felt really natural the way you’ve written them.”

I swallow. “Thanks. I’ve liked the challenge of expanding beyond the dirty stuff.”

He grins. “Good. But your dirty stuff is really good.”

I feel a surge of what I can only describe as empowerment. I’ve affected him with my writing. I love that. “I haven’t finished the scene.”

“I noticed.” He leans in, bringing his mouth closer to mine again. “Are you using me tonight just to get ideas?”

“Research is very important,” I tell him.

He laughs. “Indeed. And if you hadn’t been absolutely obsessed with me, I’d wonder if I’m nothing but an experiment for you.”

I laugh. “But you will help finish the scene?”

His smile goes from purely happy to a little roguish. “Oh, yes, my sweet, naughty, surprising librarian writer. I will happily help you finish. At least twice.”

My entire body gets hot and I wiggle against him. “Thank you, David.”

He chuckles. “So our boy is going to tell her to ride his cock like the sweet dirty girl she is…but only for him.”

Oh, I like that. “Okay,” I say breathlessly.

“She can go crazy,” he says. “Say and do anything with him.” He squeezes my ass. “Isn’t that right, Mia?”

I nod. I, of course, understand that, right now, I’m the sweet, dirty girl in this scene.

“And then what is she going to say?” he asks, pressing me down against his cock.

“Oh God,” I moan as he hits my clit.

“Yes, that’s good. But I know our girl can be more specific.”

I take a deep, shaky breath. I know I can say anything to him. Not only because he’s been obviously reading my dirty thoughts right there on his computer screen and knows some of the filthy stuff that comes out of my imagination—I’m going to have to think about that later, but my first instinct is to love it—but also because David makes me feel free.

There’s no judgment here. He seems to get a huge amount of enjoyment out of seeing me try new things and express things that I truly like and want. Thinking about how he has read my stories bolsters my courage. Not to mention the heat rushing through my body at the memories of what he did to my body last night. And the absolute pleasure he seemed to take in doing those things.

“I need you to fill me up. I’m aching for you,” I tell him.

There’s a rumble from his chest, and his fingers tighten on my ass. “Good. But I think she could be even dirtier.”

Oh, he’s going to push me. Okay. “Fuck me, David. Please.”

Again, his fingers flex against me. “Better. More. Tell me what you want. Be as graphic as you need to be.”

It’s the way he puts that that really frees me. This isn’t about him. He’s turned on. He’s right here with me. He’s ready to go. This isn’t about getting him in the mood. He truly wants me to say whatever is on my mind.