I look him in the eye, confidence coursing through me and say in my sassiest voice, “Fifteen. I’ve got five whole years on you, smart ass.”
“Oh, you think you’re so much better than me. Let’s skip to another one of my questions,” he playfully snaps, tossing the bowl on the floor. “How many sexual partners have you had?”
“You don’t play by the rules.”
“Rules be damned. Answer the question,” he growls.
“Five.”
Hmmm, five in twelve years. Not bad. Not as impressive as my ten in four years, but not everyone can be me.”
“Cocky bastard,” I whisper.
Isaac tackles me, hovering over my body, causing all sortsof fireworks to ping through my body. He leans down, crashing his lips onto mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer so I can feel his erection against my leg. He breaks the kiss and pushes himself off of me and sits back against the pillows.
“Let’s see what else we can learn. This is fun,” he states calmly as if I’m not completely worked up. How can he go from a passionate kiss to acting like we’re two buddies hanging out? “My turn.” He picks up the bowl and grabs another strip. “Ooh, this one’s good. If you had to completely change careers, what would your new job be?”
“Teacher.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. When I was a kid, I loved going to school and helping the teacher. For a while I thought about becoming a teacher then decided not to go to college. When I was offered my first promotion at the stadium, I realized I actually liked working there, so I changed my mind about college and got a degree in hospitality management.”
“Cool. I think you’d make a great teacher.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve never given it much thought. If I hadn’t gotten drafted out of high school, I would have gone to college, but I have no idea what I would have majored in. I am interested in how the body heals and any time I’ve been injured and had to go to PT, I’ve always asked a lot of in-depth questions. Physical therapist might be a cool job if I wasn’t playing ball.”
“If we ever need new career, we have a starting point.”
“That we do.” Isaac hands me the bowl and I draw again.
Yes! I definitely want to know the answer to this one. It’s something I’ve wanted to bring up for weeks, but never got the courage, so I wrote it down tonight. “Have you ever played with a sex toy?” Isaac chokes on his wine when I readthe question. Interesting. The words ‘sex toy’ get him flustered.
He clears his throat, “Um, actually, no, not unless my hand counts.”
“It doesn’t. Why not?”
“That’s a whole new question.”
“I don’t care. Answer it.”
“I’ve thought about it, but it felt weird to play with one alone even though that’s sort of the point of a toy. You’re only my second boyfriend and it isn’t something that’s ever come up before. I’m not opposed to them.”
“Good,” I exclaim with a satisfied smile.
“Wait. Have you played with them? Are you saying you want us to play with them?” Isaac’s face is a mix of interest and fear. I get it. I wasn’t sure the first time I tried to use a toy, but when Mike lost interest in the sex part of our relationship, I decided to take care of myself.
“Yes, and yes. They’re fun alone, so I can only imagine how much fun they’ll be together.”
Isaac lets out a frustrated growl and, not so discreetly, adjusts himself. “You’re killing me,” he groans. “We can’t keep talking about sex.”
“Why not?” I ask in the most innocent voice I can muster.
“Because if we do, I’m going to take you right here.”
“We’re definitely having fort sex, but not until after we answer all the questions,” I tell him shaking the bowl of paper in his face.