Page 66 of Parting Shot

“Yes. I really get off on seeing other men have those I’m sleeping with.”

“You like to watch?” I husked, kissing his collarbone.

“I do.”

“Okay.”

“There was only one time that I didn’t want to share.”

I could guess. “Jory?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m not him.”

“No, you’re not,” he agreed. “And that’s fortunate, as that didn’t work.”

“Can I ask why not?”

He tangled his hand in my hair and tugged gently, so I tipped my head back to look up into his eyes.

“I wanted to change him. I wanted to own him.”

“And you’re not like that anymore?”

“I am partly,” he said, his voice full of gravel. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to own you.”

I was all aboard the possessive train. “And the changing?”

He was staring into my eyes. “I’m enamored of you just as you are.”

“Yeah?”

“I feel as though you would let me show you what my money could do.”

“Like?”

“Like take you to some of my favorite places in the world.”

“You want to travel with me?”

“Among other things, yes.”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

He bit his lip, and I could tell the answer excited him. “And as long as I don’t try to buy you everything, you might stick around?”

“I don’t need anything but you in my bed,” I said bluntly.

“What about out of bed?”

“Not sure what I can ask for.”

“What about you? How much of me can your captain see without it becoming a problem for you?”

“I was actually thinking about that.”

“When?”