Page 201 of Just for the Plot

“There’s nothing fictional about this,” he says and then leads me toward the bathroom where he turns on the shower, keeping me close the entire time.

I wrap my arms around him, finding so much comfort being held by him, up against his chest, like nothing could ever harm me when I’m in his embrace.

I kiss his chest and say, “The way you pressed your hand to my throat, did you learn that from one of the books we’ve read?”

He chuckles and nods. “I did. That okay?”

“Are you kidding? Of course it was okay. It was so hot.”

“You liked it?” he asks as he helps me into the shower and starts wetting us both down.

“A lot,” I say.

“Does that mean you’re interested in other things, like being tied up?”

I look up at him and feel my entire body light up with the idea. “Yes.”

His eyes darken. “Looks like I need to get some silk ties.”

“Looks like it.”

He kisses my forehead and helps me clean up with soap before he lathers up his own body. Once we rinse and dry off, he helps me into my silk robe and then slips on his sweatpants.

Once we’re on the couch, and he has me sit on his lap once again, I show him everything I’ve worked on so far.

“You know, I think I could see if we could get the clubhouse on the mezzanine level for the book club,” he says.

“What’s that?” I ask as his hand finds my thigh. He’s never not touching me and I love it.

“An event space for corporate parties and whatnot. I could have Gretchen speak to the front office and see if it’s a space we can reserve every month. Would make sense, too, because then it really is Books with Bombers since it’s taking place in the stadium.”

“That is actually a really clever idea, and any decor we use can just be stored there and we can reuse it.”

“Yeah, that works.”

I turn toward him, grip his chin, and kiss him right on the mouth. “You’re so smart.”

“Hell, if that’s the kind of praise I get for a good idea, how else can I help?”

“You’re so horny,” I say with a shake of my head, going back to my notes.

“Because I’ve been waiting years to get you naked.”

“Yes, but you’ve had your conquests in between.”

“Yeah.”

Curious, actually, I turn around and push him back on the couch as I straddle him again, my hand resting on his chest.

“Tell me about them.”

“About the girls I fucked?” he asks, looking confused.

“Yeah, I want to know about them.”

“Why?” he asks.

I shrug. “Would it be weird if I thought it was hot, thinking about you with other women?”