Page 66 of Foreplay on Words

“So that’s all it takes? Maybe I should have dug these pants out while you were back at my house,” I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s not funny!” She pointed her finger at me accusingly.

“It is a little funny,” I told her as I chuckled at the petulant look on her face. “Someone clearly has a leather fetish.”

“We don’t have time for this. The car service from Em will be here in like ten minutes, and I just finished getting ready.”

I raised an eyebrow at her and pulled her back toward me. Playing with the ends of her hair as she looked up at me. “Ten minutes seems like plenty of time to me.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and growled.

“Although, I don’t think I’d be able to take these pants off all the way because I’d never get them back on,” I mused.

“You put those away.”

I laughed as she continued to scowl at me. “Put what away?”

She spread her arms apart, using her palm to gesture at my face and crotch. “Those fuck me eyes and that thing in your too-tight pants.”

I started laughing harder and closed my eyes, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you are making me want to drag you into my bedroom.”

My eyebrows rose, and so did something else.

“We need to go!” she practically yelled as she glanced down at my tight pants.

“Calm down,” I soothed, grasping her hand and pulling her toward me. “Why are you acting all high-strung?”

“I’m nervous.”

“Shouldn’t that be what I’m saying?” I thought I had the market cornered on being a nervous wreck, especially between the two of us.

“Will you promise me that no matter what happens tonight, you’ll still talk to me tomorrow?” she pled in a quiet, nervous tone.

“Should I be scared? Where is he taking us?” Now her behavior was starting to unsettle me.

She sighed as she played with the collar of my jacket. “It’s a Dom showcase.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It’s a private party where some of the local Doms can showcase the lifestyle,” she explained quietly, avoiding my eyes.

“Like to the public?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s invite-only. Emory belongs to a very select circle. They do these events every couple of months.”

My mind was racing. Showcase implied that there would be some sort of demonstrations going on.

“Is this a sex party?” I whispered. While I’m sure it was exciting to some men, the thought of walking into a live orgy scared the shit out of me.

“Kind of, but not really. There are rules––” she trailed off as her phone vibrated on the entryway table. “Our ride is here. I’m sorry I can’t explain more, but we need to go.”

“Are we going straight there?”

My heart was beginning to pound. I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. She must have seen my reaction because she cupped my cheek and stepped close to me. “It’ll be fine. Emory will explain more once we get to his studio. You won’t be going in uninformed.”

I gulped and nodded. I trusted her not to lead me into something I couldn’t handle.

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