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I move until I’m standing beside the bed.
“Do you trust me?”
A laugh bubbles from my chest. “No.”
A soft chuckle floats from where he sits and goes straight to my core. As much as I want to see his face, I crave the fantasy more.
“Fair enough,” he rasps. “Yet you trusted me enough to come here, yes?
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” The way those words roll off his tongue has me pressing my thighs together.
“Turn around and face the bed.”
The click of his shoes against the hardwood draws him close enough to feel the heat of his body against my back.
His finger trails down my spine leaving goose bumps in its wake.
“What’s your fantasy?” he whispers.
Oh God.
“You. This,” I breathe. “Just us. No names. No strings.”
“I can give you that.” He puts his mouth close to my ear. “But you have to give me something in return.”
My mouth goes dry. “What do you want?”
“Your trust.”
My heart races as the wordsyou’re saferoll through my mind. Even if I don’t completely trust him, I trust Heather. And oddly enough, I trust Desiree.
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Don’t move. I’m going to blindfold you.”
“Wh-why? It's already dark in here. I can’t see anything as it is.”
“It’s for my benefit and your pleasure.”
“What do you mean?” I snap my mouth shut, hoping he doesn’t change his mind or kick me out for asking so many questions.
“Have you never worn a blindfold?”
“No.”
“Taking away your sense of sight will heighten your other senses. It makes the experience more… intense.”
The silky material is cold against my heated skin and wide, covering my forehead down to the bridge of my nose.
Behind me, there’s a rustling of fabric. “You don’t need a safe word. If you don’t like something, just tell me to stop. Understood?”
I nod.
“I need your words.”
“I understand.”