Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,1
of my partners.”
He studied me for a moment before looking back down to the sheet of paper. “What would you do if a married couple asks for you and the husband wants to watch you fuck his wife?”
“I would make sure both involved were comfortable around me first, and then I’d find out what’s good or bad in the situation, what the husband wouldn’t want me to do, and make sure I never stepped over the boundaries.”
He nodded. “Who do you prefer, men or women?”
“Either. I’m not picky.”
Saint ran a hand over his face. “How do you think Lucas will take this?”
“In the end, I’m hopin’ he’ll accept my choice. If he’s the person I think he is, I reckon he will.”
“Prospect—”
I shook my head. “I think in here you can call me Kylo.”
He eyed me again, and I really wanted to know what was running through his pretty head. “Kylo.” His jaw clenched. “No brother should have to be paid to have sex to get some action between the sheets.”
I clutched my stomach as I laughed hard. “You… think… I’m doin’ this to get sex?” I shook my head. “Saint, no. I can get any whenever I want. I’m doin’ this for the money and the fact I enjoy sex helps. Which I’m sure you understand. I’ve heard about your endeavors.”
“Whatever.” He glared. “I just need to make sure you’re definitely okay with male clients.”
I ran my still sweaty hands down my thighs again. I never did well in a room with Saint because I’d always been attracted to the guy. He made me nervous a lot of the times where I would just say whatever.
“Saint, I can and have made a guy come in minutes with just my mouth. I’ll be fine with male clients.” Jesus, did I have to say it like that? It was true, but still, it had me sounding cocky. I wasn’t. I just knew how to give good head. Huh, maybe I was cocky.
Saint scoffed. “You can’t be that fuckin’ good.” He picked up a pen and wrote something down.
“What are you writin’?”
“Nothin’,” he replied with a smirk.
“Saint, what did you write?”
“That you’re adequate in bed.”
Now that just pissed me off. Adequate. I wasn’t that. I was a damn bomb. “I could make you come in a few minutes,” I told him, raising a brow in challenge, even while in my head, I screamed, “What the fuck you think you’re doin’? He’s a brother.” If I thought I was sweaty before, it upped a notch, my neck already damp.
The room was damn quiet.
So fucking quiet as we stared at each other.
Saint finally snorted. “I doubt you could.”
“Then let me prove it.” Shut the fuck up, man. He will kick your ass.
More silence. I hated silence. I wanted to say awkward shit when there was nothing but silence between people. Shit, too late. I’d already said awkward crap.
Had I really offered to suck Saint’s dick to prove I rocked with my blow job techniques?
Yes. Yes, I damn well had, and now I felt like I was going to piss myself because he was still sitting there staring at me. But I couldn’t seem to look away either.
Fuck me, we were on the road to disaster and I couldn’t jump off.
Who was I kidding? He wouldn’t take me up on my offer. Suddenly, I relaxed and laughed silently in my mind. I was overreacting for nothing. This was Saint I propositioned. The man was known for the women he slept with. He wouldn’t want a guy near his junk.
I was an idiot to even suggest it, but even worse for getting nervous and feeling awkward over it because it wouldn’t happen, which would be the best for both of us.
I opened my mouth to tell him to forget it, but he got there first with “Fine. Show me.”
Wait… what?
I stuck a finger in each ear and shook it around. I was obviously hearing things. But when Saint still stared at me, only now with his own smirk, I knew I hadn’t imagined it.
Still, I had to check. “What did you say?”
He snorted. “Show me.”
He did say it. He wanted me to show him my skills.
What the fuck?
Saint pushed his chair away from the desk, swung it to the side, and gestured down to his dick. “Well?”
Holy shit. Holy, holy shit. I was about to suck Saint’s dick. I’d dreamed of this. I’d masturbated to this.
Fucking hell, do not say anything stupid. I thinned my lips