For Real (Spires, #3)

by Alexis Hall

“I am in costume,” I snapped. “I’m in costume as a really tired and pissed-off trauma doctor trying to get into a BDSM club in the vain hope of meeting a not-too-cack-handed stranger who’ll whip him into some semblance of satisfaction before he goes home again.”

I brushed through the conversations. The topics were mainly restricted to art, sex, and ourselves, three things I really didn’t see the point in talking about.

In my experience, one of the less well-advertised secrets of group sex was how often it came down to logistics.

I hated being forgiven almost as much as I feared rejection. It felt too much like a debt you couldn’t pay.