Love Game by Mallory Rush

Hmm…I see.” He tapped his chin and stared at her quite thoughtfully. “Do you swallow?”
    “Sw-swa—Are you trying to shock me?”
    “If I wanted to shock you I’d tell you exactly what I’d like to do to you. But if you want to know, you’ll have to ask.”
    Did she swallow? At the moment she was swallowing what felt like cotton. Greg obviously had a purpose, a goal she was suddenly curious to have defined. Licking dry lips, she made herself say, “And what exactly is it that you’d like to do with me?”
    His smile was thin but definitely pleased. She felt as if she’d passed some sort of test from a tough teacher who very much liked her answers.
    “To be exact, I want to make love to you like you’ve never experienced it before. Very nice, very slow and easy—for starters.”
    “For starters?” she repeated.
    “Surely you don’t think that’s where it would end.”
    Not sure if she wanted to know, but too curious not to ask, she did. “Where would it end, Greg?”
    “I have no idea, but I’d like to find out. I’m very open to suggestions and I’m not shy about making my own requests. If you want me to be more explicit, I’d be more than happy to give you a taste of talking dirty in bed.”
    “ No! I mean, no,that’s not necessary. I get the picture.” When he grinned, she added, “I think.”
    He kissed her then—a generously sweet, disturbingly demanding kiss that confused her even more.
    “You’re killing me, Chris, killin’ me. Don’t keep me hanging, I need your answer.”
    “You’d get it a lot sooner if I knew the question.”
    Something between a groan and a frustrated sigh passed his lips. “Look, I realize what kind of woman you are, and I respect you for not being cut out for an affair with no promises attached. What I want with you isn’t so simple or cheap. See, I have an appetite that hasn’t been fed in some time because I’ve become rather particular. You suit my tastes and they’re…unique.”
    Hesitantly, she whispered, “Perverted?”
    He considered that. “I don’t think so, but I suppose it’s a subjective opinion. I’d never want you to do something you didn’t enjoy. Like I said, that’s not my style, and besides, it would defeat my purpose.”
    “Which is?”
    “To explore each other. No expectations, nothing to lose, the field wide open—between our legs and, where it gets really interesting…in the mind.”
    Chris tried to absorb what he was saying. An affair, unique tastes, exploration. It began to fall into place and she realized he’d left something out. Discovery. But discovery meant change, and change was often threatening.
    “Does this mean if I want to see you again, you have some expectations, after all? That if I simply want to take in a movie and enjoy your company, it’s a no-go?”
    “We can go wherever you want and talk until the conversationruns dry. But it’ll always come back to this.” This, where he pressed himself against her and remained with a still pressure. “I want this with you too much. You deserve to know I won’t play fair, that I’ll press every button you’ve got to get what I want.”
    “You’re warning me, that seems pretty fair.”
    “Not hardly. It’s strategy.” He shook his head with a laugh that wasn’t really. “What I wouldn’t give to be the kind of man you could love as much as you did your husband.”
    “No man, Greg, no man is worth loving that much again. I’ll never let it happen,” she vowed. “It’s taken me too long to find my way out. I won’t be setting myself up for another fall.”
    “But you’ll remarry, won’t you?”
    “I hope so. You might like living alone, but I don’t. I’m a nester and I’d like another child before my time clock runs out. The problem is finding a man who doesn’t expect too much emotionally and can settle for what I can give.”
    “Lets me out. I could never be that man any more than the one who spoiled you for the likes of me.