He’s so hard on himself, and he doesn’t need to be. He’s a really good guy.
“Bullshit,” Julian says firmly. “You did no such thing. I’m happy to do this for you.”
Hannah and Samir are staying at a B&B on the outskirts of town and leave shortly after midnight. “I should go too,” I say. It’s been an eventful evening, and I feel both drained and adrift. I still need to tell them about the fertility clinic. “I have to be at work in the morning.”
“Or you could stay,” Julian suggests, his eyes holding mine.
“Or I could stay,” I whisper in agreement.
This time, there are no candles. No ice. No crops and no spanking. I’m still sore after last night, and I crave gentleness. They give me what I need. This time, there’s kissing and caressing, slow strokes and unhurried thrusts. And when I come, my body writhing and twisting against theirs, I realize something terrifying.
I’ve fallen in love with them.