“Excellent. Now that leaves us with the minute details of the encounters.”
“The what?”
“Fucking,” Davis clarifies, letting the word roll off his tongue so sexily that I find myself shifting in my seat. “Hard limits?”
Unflinchingly, I say, “No blood, yours or mine. No fluids in general, actually.”
“None?”
I raise a brow, taking a moment to survey the deceptively innocent expression that he wears. “Normal sexual fluids are fine.”
“So you’ll take my cum?” he confirms, clearly holding back a grin as he asks the question. It makes me want to take back my no-blood-rule and uppercut him right in the nose.
“Are you clean?” I counter, hoping to get a dig in.
“Yes, but I’ll schedule a test this week anyway. And you?”
“Clean, but I’ll do the same.”
“Good. Are you on birth control?”
“The pill.”
“Then I see no issues with this. You’ll take my cum?”
“I’ll take your cum,” I agree, enjoying the way that he clears his throat—a sure indicator that he expected indignation.
“Anything else?” he asks, hands hovering over the keys. “This is your chance to make sure that you get exactly what you want and avoid what you don’t so, don’t take this lightly. Tell me what you want, Olivia.”
“You can’t hit me. Other than that, I’m fine with anything else.”
He tilts down the laptop screen like he wants to push down any barriers between the two of us. “Toys? Anal?”
“Perfectly fine with all of that,” I reply, noting that his expression lights up with hunger at my response.
We stare at each other, the tension rising palpably between us. After a beat, he breaks his gaze and begins typing. “Done. But I’d like to add a couple of stipulations.”
“Fine.”
“I’m allowed to say whatever I want to you.”
Surprised, I lift both brows and now it’s my turn to lean back in my seat. “How ominous. What do you want to say to me?”
“Whatever I want.”
“Yes, clearly. But what exactly are you itching to say to me that you don’t already say?”
“You’ll find out if you agree to it.” His responses are so quick that I can tell he’s thrilled by this prospect—close to giddy, really. Nothing good can ever come from a grown man looking that excited by a contract.
Wary, I release a slow sigh. “Can I take the same stipulation?”
“You mean, you want to be able to say whatever you want to me?” he clarifies needlessly. We both know what I mean. “Okay then.”
“Okay then. Any other stipulations?”
“No more lying,” he states, his voice suddenly sounding serious. “You have to promise that not a single word from your plump lips will ever be a lie again. Can you do that for me?”
Blinking through surprise once again, I nod. It had never occurred to me that he would still be so upset that I lied. I mean, I expected that he would hold a grudge about the nature of the lie, but the lie itself—that confounds me.
He types, the silence thick between us as he surely adds that stipulation to the contract. “Almost done. Is there anything else you want in here?”
“We needs safe words,” I say firmly. I won’t budge on it.
“Fine. Mine is ‘transaction,’” he tells me, again without missing a beat.
That absolute dickwad.
“And mine is ‘Amsterdam.’”
Oh, that clearly aggravates Davis. He looks away from me without comment and types our safe words into the contract, his sculpted jaw pulsing as he grits his teeth.
“Printing,” he announces before he rises from the table and walks out of the kitchen.
Finally alone, I grab my glass of water and I chug it swiftly, my body feeling hot and uneasy now that Davis is out of my proximity. My lungs release like they were holding themselves in the entire time he was here, like my body knew what was happening before my brain could catch up.
This is happening. This is really happening. Again.
A couple of minutes later, he returns with two copies of the contract and a pen, which he places in front of me. “Sign both.”
I do before sliding them over to him. He does the same.
“Great.” Davis passes one of the signed copies back to me and looks me over while wearing a placid expression. He lingers briefly on my chest before returning his gaze to my face. “Now strip.”