Page 19 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

“ Yes . Catharsis. Exactly. As an adult, you’re using sex as some sort of catharsis or redemption or whatever.

Okay, I get it. But so what? We’re all perverts in one way or another, if we’re being honest—it’s just that people are so rarely honest when it comes to what they like behind closed doors.

Well, I say let the doctors figure out your diagnosis if ever you’re in danger of harming someone or yourself—but until then, who cares?

All I know is that you make me soak my panties every time I’m near you and when I read your application, I started dripping down my thighs. ”

My breath catches in my throat. “Oh,” I manage to say, but it’s all I can muster.

The subtlest of smirks dances on her lips.

“All I know is that whatever you did to those women in The Club, I’m turned on by the idea of you doing it to me, too, exactly the way you did it to them.

” The smirk she’s been suppressing takes over her mouth.

“I want you to pretend I’m one of the women in The Club and show me exactly what you like, without treating me any differently than you treated them.

” She lowers her voice to barely above a whisper.

“I want you to treat me like your high-priced whore.”

I’m rock hard right now.

Her eyes are blazing. “Actually, that happens to be one of my top fantasies. ”

My heart is absolutely racing. I swallow hard.

“Well, but...” I sputter. “Kat, as it turns out, the women in The Club actually were paid hookers . I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but in retrospect, there’s a very good reason they were all so ‘uncannily compatible’ with me and eager to please. ”

She makes a face like I’m saying something nonsensical.

“So,” I say, feeling the need to explain myself further, “unlike them, you might have, you know... limits .”

Her eyes darken. “Don’t piss on me. Don’t crap on me. Don’t hurt me. That’s it.”

She’s taken my breath away. “I have no interest in doing any of those things,” I say.

“Other than those three things, do whatever you want to me,” she says. “Literally.” Her eyes flicker. “In fact, I want you to.”

I have never been more attracted to a woman than I am right this very minute. I clear my throat. “Please tell me you’re not fucking with me right now.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” she says, heat rising in her cheeks. “I often fantasize I’m a high-end call-girl. It’s what I imagined when I gave you that blowjob in the shower.” She licks her lips. “I can’t begin to tell you how much that turns me on.”

My dick physically hurts, it’s so hard.

“That’s why I came when you did—because I was fantasizing I’d just given you your money’s worth.”

“Oh.”

“So I guess I’m a sick fuck, too,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”

I nod. “That’s very okay with me.”

“Good. Then let’s just agree once and for all we don’t give a shit if we’re sick fucks.

If we are, then so what. Fuck Emma. She’s a bitch.

” Her eyes blaze. “Yeah, I said it. Fuck her . And fuck anyone else who has a problem with what turns us on. We’re not screwing goats, right?

We’re gonna screw each other—and maybe one woman-to-be-named later, too.

” She snickers. “Fuck anyone who makes you feel ashamed of what you like, Josh, including Emma the Bitch.”

I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. A fucking awesome alternate universe.

Kat smiles broadly and touches my face gently. “We’ll fulfill each other’s fantasies, right down the line. It’ll be the honesty-game, sexual edition.” She skims her fingertip over my lips. “Are you in?”

“I’m so fucking in.”

She drops her hands from my face. “I should warn you, though, most of my sexual fantasies are gonna require you to role-play. You’re gonna have to be all-in—assume your part.”

“No problem.”

“And if we’re really gonna do this, then I wanna go big or go home.”

“That’s my motto.”

“I thought YOLO was your motto.”

“I have several.”

“It’s not the particular sex act that gets me going, it’s the scene— the scenario. I don’t care what you wanna do to me, as long as you set the right scene for me and let me lose myself.”

My heart is racing. “Good to know. Name it, we’ll do it. I’ll make it happen for you exactly like you want it.”

“But, wait. Think about it before you commit. Getting the scene the way I fantasize about it might take some planning on your part—and I can’t be the one who arranges stuff.

It has to happen to me, you know?—as if it’s real.

That’s what’s gonna let me lose myself completely.

It’s like The Wizard of Oz. I wanna see the giant, talking head of Oz the whole time—I don’t wanna see the man behind the curtain. ”

I grin. “Babe, I’ve got this. Tell me all your fantasies, in detail, just like you told me the others, and I’ll make ’em all come true, to the letter. I’ll be your own personal Make-A-Wish Foundation.”

She smiles broadly. “My own personal Josh Faraday Club ,” she corrects.

I wink at her. “Yours truly.”

“Oh my God, I’m so excited.” She wiggles in her seat. “When would we do this fantasy-exchange thing?”

“As soon as humanly possible,” I say, my cock straining.

Her eyes are absolutely smoldering. “I wish we could start right now.”

“Well, yeah, but unfortunately we gotta save the world first.”

She snaps her fingers. “Damn it. Saving the world always gets in the way of acting out mini-pornos. ”

I laugh. “I tell you what. Right after we’re done saving the world, we’ll get started on our fantasy-fulfillment extravaganza that very night—right here in Vegas.

We’ll take a couple days to decompress, just you and me, before we have to return to our real lives for a bit.

How ’bout we do my fantasies first here in Vegas and then we’ll conquer yours the first chance we get in L.A.

—because it sounds like yours are gonna take some advance planning. ”

“Sounds good,” she says. “Better than good.”

I breathe deeply, my body electrified. This woman’s a dream come true.

“So let’s talk about the whole watching-me-with-another-woman fantasy,” she says. “Who’s she gonna be? How are we gonna find her?”

“She can be anyone you want, as long as she’s clean. Look in my sick fuck folder if you want. I’m sure Henn could track any of those ladies down.”

She makes a face. “I deleted that folder.”

“Oh, baby, my computer backs up daily. It’s in The Cloud.”

She rolls her eyes.

I laugh.

“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me. And here I thought you were so Zen.” She shrugs. “Well, I don’t wanna do it with one of those girls. I want someone new.”

“That’s fine.”

She looks on edge.

I cup her face in my hand. “Hey, if you’re not into it, we don’t have to do that one. I mean, if this were real life, I never would have told you about that whole thing in the first place.”

“What do you mean ‘if this were real life’? This isn’t real life?”

I’m stumped. Of course, this isn’t real life. This is Las Vegas. This is saving the world. This is fantasy-fulfillment. “I meant, if we were, you know, dating like usual. If you hadn’t read my application. Due to the circumstances, you know stuff about me no other woman ever has.”

There’s an awkward silence.

“We don’t have to do the thing with another woman. Seriously,” I say.

She sighs. “Josh, I want to do it. I wanna pretend I’m just a girl in The Club and that you’ve paid to do whatever you did with all those girls, exactly the way you did it.” She pauses. “Wait, no. Not exactly. I don’t want you to touch the other woman. Not a pinky.”

“I know. We already agreed to that. I wouldn’t even want to touch the other girl, honestly. Not if I was with you. That’d be like macking down on canned Spaghetti O’s when I’ve got a plate of homemade pasta right in front of me.” I touch the slight cleft in her chin. “A pretty dumb thing to do.”

Her cheeks flush. “But it’s still gonna turn you on? Even though you’ve already done it with all those girls?”

“Honestly, I was pretty done with the whole thing after my month in The Club—it gets kinda old after you’ve done it a couple times, especially when you don’t give a shit about either woman.

But the thought of doing it with you. ” I shudder with arousal at the very thought.

I stroke her hair for a moment. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m.

..” I stop myself from saying anything more.

I bite my lip and drop my hand from her hair. Shit.

“Someone you’re what?” she asks, her interest obviously piqued. She tilts her head.

“Someone I’m...” I stop again. Nope. I really shouldn’t say that to her.

“What?”

There’s a long beat.

“What were you gonna say, Josh?” she asks. She weaves her fingers into mine. “Tell me.”

I clear my throat. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m really attracted to beyond the physical,” I say softly.

She smirks. “That’s really sweet. Thank you. But it’s not what you were about to say.”

I pause. I can’t say what I was gonna say. It’s too much too soon.

“Someone what?” she prompts. “Come on. We’re still playing the honesty-game, aren’t we?”

“I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m in a relationship with,” I say evenly.

There’s a long silence.

Shit.

Fuck .

She’s just staring at me, not saying anything, her hand interwoven in mine.

What am I doing? What am I saying? Why isn’t she saying anything?

I pull my hand out of hers and run it through my hair.

Goddammit. I should have just said “someone I’m dating.

” That would have been a safer bet. But are Kat and I even dating?

I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. This whole time in Vegas together has been so bizarre and concentrated and amazing—I can’t make heads or tails of what we’d call what we’re doing in real life.

Kat sighs and sets her jaw, apparently coming to some sort of decision.

“I think we should be exclusive,” she says definitively.

My heart physically stops beating for a second. Holy fucking shit.