Free Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) by Jennifer Willows Page B

hungrily.
    The sight made him extraordinarily curious and he wondered what the real story was behind what he had just seen.
    That night, he called her for no good reason. He just wanted to hear her voice.
    The conversation was simple, stilted, and awkward.
    At first.
    But it was mostly because they had questions that neither of them should bother with asking. Not for something as simple as what this was supposed to be.
    “Tell me what you want,” he asked as a way to ease into the discussion.
    “What do you mean?”
    He wanted to know everything. But the safest topic was the only ground he had already stood on. “Sex. It seems like you are the kind of woman that knows herself. What do you want from sex with me? What do you crave?”
    She sighed and didn’t respond for long moments. “I assumed this was one night?”
    “I don’t recall a conversation of that variety.”
    “It was implied…” She hesitated, and he knew she tried to figure out what to say. “I don’t know. I’ve never really had the chance to think about it.” He could hear the lie for what it was. She had fantasies, but she was either ashamed of them, or she wasn’t sure how to say it.
    She was too intelligent to not be certain of what she needed.
    “You seem like the type to know everything, including what’s for dinner next Thursday. I think you’re ashamed of what you want. Tell me, I won’t laugh.”
    “Promise?”
    “Promise.”
    “I want to be tied up and spanked. I saw that in a movie once and it looked… interesting.” She sounded terrified to say it out loud and the only reason he didn’t tease her was because she would likely drop him quicker than a hot potato if he did just that.
    “And?”
    “I don’t know. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”
    He could hear the truthfulness of the statement. “Okay. I have some homework for you.”
    “What exactly?”
    “I want you to play with yourself tonight and while you do, think about what you crave from our sex.”
    Her breath hitched into a shocked hiccough and he wondered for a moment if he had gone too far. “Uh, I can do that.”
    “But there’s more.”
    “What?”
    “I want you to tell me, tomorrow before you go to work.”
    “Is there a quota?” she joked.
    He thought on it for a moment. He certainly wanted more than a stingy handful of bland fantasies. If he could get away with it, he wanted to write a Kama Sutra with her.
    But he was completely serious. “Let’s say a minimum of ten.” Ten weeks was enough. It would have to be.
    “What about you?” she asked and he was confused about what she meant. He planned on being there for all of it.
    “What about me? This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
    “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
    She was right. “I will come up with a list, too.” Not that he had many fantasies left, but he could come up with something.
    Sidonie chuckled. “To make it fair, we can alternate. If we have a mutual item between the lists, the person who mentions it first gets to keep it. The other person has to come up with a new one to replace it.”
    “Okay that sounds fair enough. But you can’t fuck anyone else while we do this.” No way was he sharing her tight heat with anyone else for the moment.
    “I wouldn’t think of it.” She laughed.
    “Why is that funny?” he asked, truly curious.
    “I haven’t had sex in years. I don’t think you have to worry about competition.”
    “All right.”
    “How are going to pull it off?” she asked hesitantly.
    He knew she was busy, but he knew how to make use of his spare time wisely. It would work.
    He would make it work.
    “We can do a fantasy apiece each week. Depending, we can kill two birds with one stone and take care of both. If we don’t have the time we can do them one at a time.” But damned if he didn’t want to do it every day until he had his fill of her. Although, neither of their schedules would allow for that.
    She cleared her