Free Hidden Heat: Hauberk Protection, Book 4 by Leah Braemel Page B

his face. “Getting on your knees and blowing me shouldn’t rank very high on the excitement meter. You might want to try skydiving or running a marathon. Maybe running with the bulls in Pamplona.”
    “I found this afternoon exciting.” Apparently he didn’t feel the same way. “As for skydiving and marathons, maybe one day I’d like to try skydiving, but running? That’s not something I’m into. But you, I could definitely get into you.” And she’d prefer he get into her too.
    He dropped his hand with a sigh. “So you’re just looking for sex.”
    “Not just sex, but yeah, that’ll be a start.”
    Was that disappointment on his face? Weren’t all guys looking for the scenario she’d laid out for him? Well, not all guys. Glen hadn’t been.
    “I travel a lot, sunshine. Which means I may break a lot of dates, and I may not be around for your birthday or when your family’s visiting. So if that’s going to be a problem…”
    “No. It won’t be any problem. Believe me.”
    “If we’re going to date, I expect you to date only me, no one else at the same time.”
    “I can live with that as long as that restriction goes both ways.”
    “Of course.”
    “Look, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of skank who sleeps around a lot. I just…” How the hell did she explain? “I have certain expectations. Like I expect you to get me off whenever we have sex, and we don’t have to have sex every single night, or have sex be the only reason we’re together, but I don’t want to be Suzy Homemaker—”
    “—like your mother. I get it. And if your experience with sex is that the guy doesn’t get you off every single time? Then you’ve been dating some real losers.”
    Ouch. True, but still. “Not everyone has been bad. It’s not like I’ve never had an orgasm before. A couple guys—”
    He pressed his fingers against her lips, stopping her. “I do not want to know about my predecessors, sunshine. But while we’re on the subject, I will want to see your health records. I’ll let you see mine so all’s fair. But we don’t take any chances. Life’s too dangerous to play that type of sexual roulette.”
    His intensity overwhelmed her. In an effort to shake it off, she forced a laugh. “I guess that means a threesome is out?”
    His jaw dropped for a second before he snapped it shut. “I beg your pardon?”
    “You don’t have to sound so surprised.” Sandy shrugged, glad to have him off balance again. “I told you I was into excitement.”
    “Have you really had a threesome before or are you yanking my chain?” She could have spit nails at the suspicion in his voice.
    “I had one once.” She shrugged. Why was it guys could have threesomes, usually with two girls, with no repercussions but girls—women—were immediately considered sluts for the same behavior? “But it was a double wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am where I was basically a guy’s version of a vibrator, you know?”
    “You—You did it with two guys, not with another woman? You had a frickin’ devil’s triangle?” His phantom Irish accent returned in full strength. Obviously she’d totally thrown him.
    “I was in college. This guy I was dating and I were fooling around in his dorm room. His roommate walked in on us. One thing led to another. It was sort of fun at first, but it was over pretty quick. As I said, they didn’t bother about making sure I got off at all. They were more worried about satisfying their own needs. Now, about my demands.” She outlined a shopping list of her fantasies. Everything she could think of, from nipple clamps to floggers to public sex.
    Once she’d finished her recitation, he barked an incredulous laugh. “Who are you?”
    “I’m me. The same person I was yesterday. Now you know more about me. Does that disappoint you?” Please say no.
    “No. Surprises me though.” He stroked her bangs to the side. “At work you’re this clean-cut All-American apple-pie-and-ice-cream Miss