"How many have there been what?" his tone derailing me just like his sudden stupidity.
"Women. How many women have you been with?"
"Five and all willing" the intensity of dark eyes returned as the waitress arrived with our food and drinks fluttering her long eyelashes before walking back to the kitchen. She seem willing to get in his pants while I was not.
Five is an alright number for a man in his position taking a quick sip of wine.
"If you have so many on your list why do you need me" taking another sip.
"Because you are different and I need different in my life" his voice wary, he frowns trying to contain himself but from what.
"And how long have you been a Dom?"
"Since the age of twenty eight " he shrugs placing the food in his mouth.
Silence
"I love sex Emily there is no denying that and I need a wife to supply my needs."
My brain froze stunned by his admission.
"I can still feel you, taste you. It's been a long day walking around with a hard on through out my meetings. You have the advantage, state your limits which doesn't include you wiggling your way out of marriage"
My brain scrambles limits.
"Answer me or I will take you over my knee and I don't care who is watching"