Page 170 of Foreplay on Words

“Alright. I can’t do this,” I groaned, holding up the remnants of the get-up Adrian had sent for me. “No more gloves, and what the hell are these necklaces?” He apparently thought I needed some leather gloves with the fingertips cut off and several long chains. I guess he forgot our book was about BDSM and not about bikers.

Kristine hadn’t stopped laughing but shoved the gloves and necklaces into Sam’s messenger bag as he took them from me.

“I think you need to wear leather pants every day,” Chase told me in a low, sultry voice. She grabbed the sides of my unzipped leather jacket and pulled me toward her, slowly kissing me and licking my bottom lip.

“We’ll be fine. Two hours and you can take me back to the hotel, lift this skirt, and––” she whispered into my ear, and my heart started racing.

“Stop it,” I begged. “I won’t be able to walk in these if you keep talking.”

Diana opened the door to Gallery Erato, and we followed her inside. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it looked like a cool, restored building venue with an art gallery attached. Upon closer examination, you could see the various images lining the gallery walls were all different kinds of kink and erotic photography.

“Damn, it’s too bad we won’t be here tomorrow. They’re having a class on squirting,” Kristine laughed, but she didn’t sound like she was joking.

I looked over to Sam, his cheeks had turned pink as he stared at Kristine with wild eyes, and his mouth dropped open. I had to admit the concept of getting a woman to squirt also intrigued me. Maybe some research was in order when we got back home. Chase had almost done it when I tied her to the bed, but I was sure I could do better with practice.

“Let’s get set up. You’re scheduled to start in a half-hour,” Diana told us as she led us further inside.

“Want to go take a look around?” I heard Kristine ask Sam as she nodded back to the gallery walls. His head nodded rapidly, and I heard him clear his throat before he responded.

“Absolutely. Lead the way.” He gestured for her to walk in front of him, and I laughed as his hand took up residence low on her back as they disappeared around the closest wall.

“You think they’ve given in yet?” I asked curiously.

Chase laughed as she leaned around me to look at them. “Nope. Still UST city over there.”

I took one last look in their direction, and they looked cozy. Sam was standing with Kristine in front of him. They were facing a piece of artwork I couldn’t see, but he kept leaning down to whisper in her ear, and his hand rested on her hip. There was no space between their bodies. Chase was right. You could cut the unresolved sexual tension with a knife.

Three hours later, I was still amped up as I stood behind Chase while she swiped the key card to our room across the lock. The book reading had gone well, and I was pleasantly surprised by how full the venue had been, even if it made me break into a nervous sweat under my leather pants.

Chase had been sexy as hell as she read aloud a scene in the book where Fanny and Dominic finally decide to shed their labels and fulfill his fantasy of tying her up. I had to try to keep myself from getting aroused while she read the part where he fucked her as she was cuffed backward to a Saint Andrew’s cross. While Emory hadn’t sent us home with a portable cross, he had taken turns strapping us to one so we could get the full effect.

“Stupid card,” she giggled, the light blinking red as she swiped it again.

I reached around her and took it, flattening myself against her back and turning the card around. I slowly inserted the card and pulled it out, the little green indicator lighting up and the lock clicking open.

“You have to be gentle and slide it in there. You can’t jam it in and hope it releases,” I whispered against the skin on her neck.

“Oh, is that how it works?” Chase whispered as one of her hands reached between us, squeezing my already hard cock.

With how form-fitting my pants were, I knew that it’d be hard to conceal the engagement ring, so it was zipped inside the interior pocket of my leather jacket.

The lights were off when we opened the door, and you could see the city all lit up beyond the curtains leading out to the private balcony of our suite.

“Care to join me outside?” I whispered as I placed my hands on Chase’s hips and urged her to walk toward the doors that led to the exterior.

“I thought you were going to bend me over something and hike up this skirt when we got back here,” she teased as she swayed her hips.

I stepped closer as she paused, and I kissed along the side of her neck and sucked at the edge of her jaw, eliciting a breathy moan.

“Oh...”

“That’s still the plan,” I whispered suggestively, pressing myself against her.

The balcony of our executive suite had a metal railing at waist height that overlooked downtown Seattle. There was another balcony above it and solid walls on either side, so it was secluded enough but still a little risky for what I had planned.

“Do you trust me?” I asked as I fingered the clasp of her necklace and ran it along the soft skin at the back of her neck.

“Yes,” she moaned as my other hand came up to cup one of her breasts through the thin cotton of her shirt.

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