Page 69 of Experiments in Love
It was magic.
“How does he stay upright in those?” I couldn’t figure out the science behind it. He should’ve killed himself several times already. “Everyone’s assesdolook better in heels. I thought that was just something people said.”
It wasn’t.
“They position the body differently.” Conner didn’t bother pretending he hadn’t heard me and paused in the hallway he’d led us down just long enough to pose and look sexy, pushing his ass out even more. “There’s science behind it. Sexy science.”
“People don’t seem to realize how sexy education can be.” Most people would’ve rolled their eyes at me but Conner nodded.
I liked Conner as much as Anson had said I would.
That was probably magic too.
“Making sure things like the equipment for scenes are built and installed correctly is another science too, really.” His eyes lit up as he started talking about his job. “Even the fasteners we use can make a huge difference.”
As Conner started moving again, he told me all about his favorite screws, but when we got to the area where they had demonstrations going, he stopped again. “You are fascinating. This is not the time for that lecture.”
I wasn’t sure why because the goal was to have fun at the club and he’d been having fun, but I nodded. “I won’t distract you again.”
Hopefully.
He scrunched up his face and looked cute and thoughtful. “That was very interesting.”
Since that didn’t seem to be a bad thing and Anson was smiling as he rubbed my back, I shrugged. “I like talking.”
Most of the time it just annoyed people but it seemed to distract Conner.
He didn’t look like he minded, though.
“We’ll have lunch sometime and I’ll tell you my thoughts on wood.” He looked serious enough that I thought he meant the trees and board kind, but Anson snickered like a kid who’d heard a dirty joke for the first time.
Conner rolled his eyes at Anson. “You are ridiculous.”
Anson shrugged, not arguing with him. “What can I say?”
“I’d love to hear you talk about wood.” I was trying to be nice and fix the situation, but somehow I made it worse. Or more awkward. Or more sexual? I wasn’t sure what I’d done but it made Conner give me a wicked smile and he stepped closer, lacing his arm through mine again.
Oh dear.
“Let’s go see what kind of scenes you find interesting and we’ll talk about wood later. Your Master can just follow behind since he’s being naughty.” Sounding very snooty, Conner encouraged me to let him take me deeper into the club.
Anson’s chuckle said he didn’t mind, but I appreciated the pat he gave me right over the plug. That was an even clearer signal that he was fine with the way our evening was going.
Which was very good because I wasn’t sure how I would’ve told Conner no.
He was…
Francis would’ve called him a force of nature.
Yes.
Conner was like a sexy hurricane.
And he was leading me into the eye of the storm if the dim lights and low, sexy, bass-filled music were an indication.
Someone was getting thudded on based on the sounds I was hearing, but I couldn’t figure out what was being used on them. It wasn’t a spanking noise, but that was where my BDSM-impact knowledge stopped.
I couldn’t help the shiver that raced through me as they cried out, though, and Conner giggled when that made me shiver again because of the plug.
