Page 22 of Out in the Surf
“Making surfboards is a business for me. I’m kind of a perfectionist when it comes to my work.”
Luca’s lips twisted in a wry grin. “I’m not suggesting you have me do anything that requires mad skills. But you’ve given me free lessons for weeks now. Why not let me pay you back somehow? And let me warn you, if you make one crack about paying for your services with BJs and hand jobs, I’m gonna be mad.”
I barked a laugh. “You mean I got your dick for free?”
“You haven’t really had my dick yet, baby,” he drawled.
I set my half-empty cup on the bench and bugged my eyes out. “We’re definitely talking about anal now, huh? Are you…I mean, do you like to be—how would this work?”
“My dick in your ass or yours in mine.” He lifted his brows as he raised his cup in a toast.
I shushed him, waiting until a man walking a Great Dane passed by to reply. “Yeah, I got that part. Do you have a preference?”
His eyes twinkled merrily. “Not really. You?”
“Well, since I’ve never done…that…before, I’m probably going to want to be on top,” I whispered. “I mean…if we ever wanted to do that.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely want to do that,” he assured me enthusiastically. “But you’ll have to be more specific, ’cause you can be on top and still be the one with a cock in your ass. Highly recommend that position, actually. One of my faves.”
I sighed ruefully. “I cannot believe I’m having this conversation over coffee. Or at all.”
Luca snorted. “You never talked about sex with your previous partners?”
“No, we just did it.”
“Ah, well…that’s too bad. If you ask me, communication is important.”
“Sure, but why waste time talking when you can be doing?” I quipped.
“Because if you don’t know what your partner is into, you might fuck up.” He sipped his coffee and stretched his long legs in front of him. “And not in a fun way.”
“Huh. I thought the bonus of hooking up with a dude was not talking about feelings and sex and uncomfortable emotional baggage.”
I kept my tone light, but Luca’s sharp sideways glance indicated I hadn’t quite succeeded.
“Feelings and baggage. Yikes. I was thinking more along the lines of how many fingers you like in your ass, but feelings are good too.” He waited a beat and added, “How do you feel about three fingers?”
“You’re hysterical. And I need to get to work.” I stood, tossing my to-go cup into the recycle bin.
Luca chuckled as he fell into step beside me. “Fine. We’ll save the sexy stuff for later. What time should I come by tonight?”
“You really want to help?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t. Let’s try it. If I’m in the way, fire me. I won’t be offended.”
My mouth twitched in amusement. Luca was very hard to resist. “Okay. I’m closing tonight at six. Knock on the side door if you come any later. I have a workshop set up behind the storage area. I won’t hear you unless you bang loudly.”
“How about if I text you?”
“That works too.”
Luca grinned. “Cool. Think of all the dirty laundry you want to share and sexy questions you want to ask. I’ll be ready.”
“I won’t be. I’ll be working.”
“All work and no play isno bueno,” Luca singsonged. “Speaking of playing…how much time till your next lesson?”
“Fifteen minutes. That’s not enough time for what you’re thinking.”