Page 71 of Foreplay on Words

Evan climbed in first and held his hand toward me, scooting across the back seat as I climbed in after him. I verified my address to the driver, and we took off across town, back to my condo building.

“Are you alright?” I asked him quietly. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m alright. It was just a lot.”

“Like you don’t want to do this anymore a lot or new situation a lot?” All night, it was on my mind that this might be too much for him. I knew he’d been the one to suggest diving into the world of kink for our project, but he’s never witnessed the reality first hand.

“To be honest, it scared the shit out of me, but it helped that we were there in a group,” he told me quietly. “It helped that you were there.”

I smiled as I scooted against his arm, leaning against his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if it was too much for you to handle.”

“The only part I truly didn’t like was the beginning. Please say that we will stay far away from that woman...” He was as put off by Grace as I was.

“I told you she was a lot,” I laughed. He smiled and laid his head against mine.

“As long as we don’t have to model our Dominatrix as quite so intimidating, I am okay with this,” he sighed. “I know you trust Emory and Talia. And I trust you.”

“We’ll go at your pace, and Emory won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. That’s not his style.”

He nodded and kissed the side of my head. “I’m ready to curl up in bed with you.”

The smile that pulled at my lips was involuntary. He was his usual honest, adorable self.

“Although, I probably need a shower after wearing these pants all night,” he cringed.

“Leather isn’t the most forgiving material.”

We both laughed and settled back into our seats, watching the lights of the city pass by. The evening’s adrenaline started to wear off, and curling up with Evan seemed like a good idea.

Emory wanted us to start with preliminary sessions tomorrow. He was going to show Evan the tools of the trade. I had to admit, the thought of him with a whip in hand was kind of hot.

“Thank you,” he told the driver as we stopped at the curb.

Evan pulled his door open and helped me out of the car, tucking me under his arm as we walked into my building.

When we got to my condo, he grabbed his bags and followed me into my bedroom, slowly peeling his sweaty clothes off and neatly folding them.

He got out a pair of boxer briefs, walked around the bed—stopping where I was pulling off my jewelry—and helped me unzip my dress.

“I know I told you earlier, but you really did look beautiful tonight.”

I reached my hand behind his neck and pulled him into me, humming as I kissed the side of it. Evan smelled so good despite being in a room with many semi-sweaty bodies.

“You looked pretty damn good yourself,” I told him honestly. He rocked the leather pants look.

“I felt like a little boy playing dress-up,” he chuckled.

“It didn’t seem like that to anyone else. You looked the part, even if you didn’t feel comfortable doing it. I saw more than just Grace’s predatory eyes following you,” I smirked. “It made me want to drag you onto one of those stages to show everyone you’re mine”

“You’re bad,” he laughed, and I reached one hand down to grasp him through the thin cotton of his briefs. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh, you’ll finish,” I told him as I dropped my dress and stepped free, revealing my provocative underthings. His eyes widened as he took in all the lace.

“Fuck. I did not expect you to have that on under your dress,” he breathed out wide-eyed.

“Hopefully, I won’t have it on too much longer,” I teased as I ran a fingertip across my chest.

“You still want to shower?” His voice cracked a little as he swallowed hard.

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