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I’m not sure which I like more.

All my blood launches itself south. My body’s certain of what’s about to transpire even if my mind isn’t.

“Jerome...” She intones right into my ear. Warm damp softness flicks against the shell of it, and even though I’ve had tons of sex, I shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Did you keep track of that blindfold?”

I did. It’s stuffed into my back pocket. I yank the fabric out and offer it to her, not missing how blown her pupils are.

It seems I may not have torpedoed my prospects with her after all.

TWELVE: The Ladder

SADIE

“Put it on me,” I command Jerome, shutting my eyes.

“May I ask for permission to do something... unorthodox?”

I jerk my lids right back open, feeling my body’s natural lubricant oozing onto the crotch of my underwear.

I don’t know why the notion of him performing wickedly sinful actions on me is igniting my libido so much, but it is. Just like reading about the deviant behavior of all those characters in that erotic romance book I’ve been devouring. Within a single chapter, the story drew me in so completely that I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.

And now, the fiendish glint in Jerome’s eyes is promising similar such delights.

“How do you feel about being dominated, Sadie?”

“Don’t know...” For some reason, I’m out of breath. A jolt of apprehension permeates beyond my lust. “Never tried it before.”

“I’m not talking whips and canes. Just some blind play where you won’t know what I’ll be touching next. How does that sound?”

“Scrumptious,” I blurt out, my sexual appetite taking over again. Besides, what he just described sounds like it could be one of the most interesting interactions I’ve had yet.

My panties are now sopping. To the point that if it weren’t for the hem of my sweater reaching halfway to my knees, a spot along the crotch of my leggings would no doubt be visible. Hell, the second he uttered the word “unorthodox” I had to force myself not to rub my thighs together, even if going all BDSM is probably a bridge too far for me.