How to Misbehave (Camelot 1)

“Once is all you get.”

“C’mon. Tell me why I’m getting so hard.”

He was exasperating. How had he maneuvered the conversation to this point so easily?

Why did she want so badly to keep going?

“Fine. You’re getting hard at the idea of my … actually, which part is making you hard?”

“Pretty much the whole package.”

“But mostly the virgin part gets you hard.”

He exhaled forcefully. “Okay. You gotta stop saying that word.”

“I thought you wanted me to say it.”

“Yeah, but every time you say it, I get a little harder, and now I feel like I could hammer nails with my dick.”

A deep pulse of arousal started between her legs and pushed through her whole body. Amber closed her eyes, overwhelmed. “Oh.”

“See, now I’ve shocked you.”

“I’m not shocked.”

“You’re totally shocked.”

“I’m excited.” And shocked.

Another soft grunt. “Does ‘excited’ mean ‘wet’ now?”

“Shut up.”

“I would if I could, I swear to God.”

“That’s just … that’s just biology, though, right?”

“Don’t make this complicated. It’s us talking about sex, and me wanting to have sex with you.”

“Oh. Like, now?”

“I’m not going to fuck you on the floor in the dark in the basement, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She hadn’t actually gotten that graphic in her mind, no. But now that he had, whoa. Whoa. And also, Yes, please.

It wouldn’t ever happen. Still, this was the single most exciting conversation Amber had ever had. She didn’t want it to end, so she gave herself permission to keep saying whatever came to mind, with no filter.

“But you kind of want to do that? What you said?”

“Say it.”

“You kind of want to—” Oh, Lord. “To fuck me on the floor?”

She heard something give a soft thunk against the concrete. She thought it might be his skull. “Yeah, honey, I want to.”

“That’s hot.”

Another soft thunk. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “You’re not a bunny at all.”