“I’m asking.” I see a flicker of humor around his lips. “In a forceful way.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “Yeah, I’m getting that.”
His hands are gentle on me now, settled on my hips. He brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. “Do I still get dinner tomorrow night?”
I don’t know why I’m trembling–whether it’s from the orgasm or the conversation or just Joey’s continued closeness. “Yeah.” I breathe the word.
He puts a knuckle under my chin. “Yeah?”
I stare into the dark brown pools of his eyes and nod.
His lips brush over mine. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
The moment he leaves, I miss his body. Crave his attention back on me. Want to learn his secrets. But that’s crazy. I don’t know what I’m doing with this man.
ChapterSeven
Sophie
The next afternoon, I text Sereva, my bestie from massage school.Do you have time for a chat? I had a [flame emoji] date last night…
I hadn’t mentioned the dates with Joey before because I don’t tell people about my connections to the LaTorre family.
But this is important. Sereva’s my extremely sex-positive friend. She’s polyamorous and has had lots of sexual experiences. She’s as open-minded as they come. She will help me wrap my mind around Joey.
The things he does to me. The way they make me feel.
She calls immediately. “OMG, dish.”
“Okay, so I’ve been hooking up with this guy. I knew him as a kid–he’s a friend of the family, and he booked a massage out of the blue.” I go on to tell her about my highly inappropriate glute massage and Joey’s revenge, followed by the bargain we struck for three dates, up to what happened last night. I leave out the mafia part.
“So, it sounds like you enjoy a dominant lover. Go, you. There’s nothing shameful in asking for and getting what you want from a partner.”
This is why I love Sereva. She’s clear and wise. I knew she’d have words for things. Make my feelings normal. Give me permission to explore more.
“Well, I didn’t ask, that’s just how it went down.”
“But you liked it, right?”
I close my eyes, the memory of Joey’s growled threats and dirty talk echoing in my ears. The sting from his slap on my ass. That was the part that really wound my crank.
“Uh huh.”
“But?”
“What?”
“Well, something was out of your comfort zone or you wouldn’t need to hash it out with me.”
I laugh. “True. Very true. I liked when he spanked me,” I say in a very small voice.
“Impact play is the number one kink. Ninety-six percent of women fantasize about some aspect of BDSM. Again, go you. It’s hard to find a partner who just happens to nail it for you without a lot of discussion, so you got lucky.”
Lucky.
I think about all the events that transpired. The odd chance Joey showed up at my place of business. That he was there when my car was being towed. That he had the ability to make my body combust every time he touched me.
I’d been feeling like his attention was unfortunate. Something to be warded off. A temptation I had to resist.