Page 216 of If Our Hearts Collide

“Can you teach me some more self-defense moves?”

I pull out of the parking lot and onto the dark road. “Of course.”

Turning in her seat, Penny twists her fingers into her lap. “I also want you to blindfold me.”

“I already have at the gym.”

“But I was thinking in more of an intimate setting.”

This desire is featured on her goal list, so I’m not too surprised. “Why?”

Her legs fidget, as she kicks up the floor mat, burrowing her shoes under it. “Well, because it freaks me out and is a fear of mine.”

“So you want to face that fear?”

“Only with you. You’re someone I trust to not take advantage of me in my vulnerable state. Can we try at least?”

If I learned anything from guarding Angie and Claire, telling a woman “no” is basically like cementing the idea into their permanent memory bank in their brain, at which they will relentlessly pursue it at all cost.

My teeth grind together. “I’ll consider it.”

I’ll be doing a lot more than inhibiting her one sense. And I know all too well about doing things to face your fears. If we follow through with this arrangement, it will be uncharted territory for the both of us.

I’m nervous about it too. All of my previous contracts have had very simplistic stipulations. But with Penny, I think there needs to be way less gray area involved. I don’t want to hurt herin any way—unless she consents to some pain-pleasure. In that case, I’ll be happy to oblige.

“And I want you to take me to a sex store for toys.”

“Can’t you buy them from a website?”

She shakes her head. “No. That’s boring. I want a real sex toy store, not one that is masquerading as such. I want one with those little rooms and the wall holes.”

“Wall holes?” What the hell is she talking about now?

“Gory holes?”

“Fuck, Penny. They are called glory holes, and those places only exist in porn movies or skeezy places we will never visit.”

Penny bursts out laughing. “I thought the name was gory because the guy’s erection thickens and it gets stuck in the hole, and then blood. Lotssss of?—”

“Got it,” I say in a hurry, wanting to shut this part of the conversation down fast.

I’m not sure what kind of porn she’s been watching, but it sure isn’t the commercial shit that is plastered on the bigger sites. She must have found something super niche.

I continue driving, trying to keep my composure, when I know Penny’s mind is cooking up even more ideas for this contract. She seems to be having fun in the process, as I catch her stifling giggles and covering her mouth to contain her giddiness.

She is a seductive angel all wrapped in a sinful fantasy I never knew I could have.

“Collins?”

I can feel the tension running up my spine to my shoulders and neck. “Yes?”

“I want to make a sex tape so I can watch us going at it anytime I want.”

“What the hell, Pen?”

She shrugs. “I think it would be hot.”

No doubt about that. But I would have to put that footage in a high security lockbox. No way in hell I would chance someone else seeing us in action.

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