Page 109 of Naughty November

But I couldn’t.

“It’s okay,” Adrian soothed, and though I couldn’t agree with the shit I tried to convince myself, it was different coming from him. I had no reason to trust him, but I did. I’d shown him the most vulnerable part of myself and he’d cherished it instead of ridiculing it.

“I’d be a lot better if you said we could do this again.” There. Honesty. And it wasn’t even hard. Okay, that was also a lie, because the space between my question and his answer felt like eternity, long and cold. Want, sharp like razor blades, pressed against my skin.

Adrian’s fingers caressed the underside of my chin. Then his palm cupped my cheek. Warm. Safe. Wanted. The razor blade sensation receded.

“I’d like that.” Adrian gave me the answer of my dreams. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good.” I exhaled and leaned against him, letting myself absorb all of his affection.

When I’d walked into Desires a few hours ago, I’d had a definite idea of what I was looking for. I thought I’d find someone who wanted to tie me up and spank me. To show me how properly kinky they were. And I had been prepared for that.

I hadn’t expected Adrian and his honesty. His way of making the simplest of things and transforming them into the most erotic experience of my life.

I hadn’t expected Adrian at all and I had a feeling he wasn’t done surprising me.

I sure hoped he had more surprises for me, because I wasn’t done with him. Not by a long shot.