Into The Fire by E. L. Todd Page A

so good against
mine, and I wondered what the fuss was about with his piercing. I
wouldn’t mind trying it out. “I was thinking more in a place you
can’t see…like my hip or something.”
    “Why?” he blurted. “Where’s the fun in
that?”
    “In my line of work, I can’t have tattoos
visible.”
    “But that’s lame,” he said. “You should be
able to do whatever you want.”
    “You think your parents would like me if I
had a falcon on my forearm?”
    He shrugged. “I see your point. But I think
you should do it anyway.”
    “Would you hook me up?”
    He grinned from ear-to-ear. “It’d be my
pleasure. I’d make you my personal canvas. That virgin skin would
be gone.” He somehow made even that sexy. “Do you have any
piercings?”
    “My ears.” I tucked my hair behind my ear so
he could see the diamonds.
    “That doesn’t count,” he said. “That’s pussy
shit. Toddlers get those pierced. I meant your clit or
something.”
    This conversation became too heated for me to
keep eating. “What’s the purpose of that? Decoration?”
    He tried not to laugh. “Are you a virgin or
something?”
    “No,” I snapped. “I’m twenty-five years old.
How could you possibly think that?”
    “Then your sex life must be super
boring.”
    “No…” Actually, it kind of was. Sex with Tony
was decent. I’d finish maybe once every ten times. But some
positions would bore me to tears because they didn’t give me any
stimulation whatsoever.
    “I’ll explain, sweetheart—“
    “Don’t call me that.”
    “Well, I can’t call you by your real name,”
he argued. “It’s too sexy.”
    “It’s not that sexy,” I argued.
    “I like to say a girl’s name in bed, and
every time I say your name, that’s all I think about. So, if you
don’t want me to picture myself fucking you, then you don’t want me
to say your name.” He said all of this without any
embarrassment.
    I squeezed my thighs together.
    “As I was saying…clit piercings are good for
stimulation. It makes girls come faster and more often. I was with
this one girl who would come if I just blew on it. Even when we did
the reverse cowgirl, she’d come so hard she cried. But then again,
it sounded like her old boyfriend didn’t know her pussy from her
ass so I think I might have had something to do with that.”
    I didn’t like picturing him with other women.
I had no idea why.
    “So, you should consider it. You touch
yourself, right?”
    “Huh?” I blurted it out without thinking.
    “You have a vibrator or something?”
    This was the last thing I expected us to talk
about tonight. It didn’t necessarily make me uncomfortable, but
talking about sex with Ash made me warm, and not in a good way. I
felt like my attraction to him was on display. “That’s a personal
question…”
    “What?” he asked. “We’re friends. I tell you
stuff.”
    “But I don’t ask about it.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Chill, woman. Sex isn’t
a big deal. People should talk about it more often. Anyway, it
makes masturbation more fun, at least that’s what I hear. You
should look into it.” He winked at me. “I wouldn’t mind doing it
for you.”
    “It’s not really my thing…”
    “What is your thing?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Sexually,” he asked. “Is there something
weird you’re into?”
    “Maybe we should talk about something
else.”
    He rolled his eyes again. “Fine. Miss Prissy
can’t handle an adult conversation.”
    “It’s not that…”
    “Then what is it?” He stared at me from
across the table, looking like my ideal fantasy. I wished he
weren’t my client. I’d give anything to meet him in a bar just so I
could have a night with him. The last time I had sex was with Tony
and that was four months ago.
    God, that was embarrassing.
    “I guess I’m not that experienced or
adventurous when it comes to sex.”
    He listened without reacting.
    “My ex…he wasn’t amazing in bed. But then
again, I’ve never had an