The Museum (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

My eagerness softened his expression. “It’s uh...well, I’m into some kinky shit. Love and pain...or a love for pain. Either way it works.”

Gabriel was speaking the language that I’d longed to hear come out of someone’s mouth for ages.

“Some people get really weirded out...they think I’m a sicko or something…” He shrugged. “I guess I am...a little...but only if my partner wants it.”

“But you should be more careful about teasing me like that, Ash. I might not be able to control myself.”

“I think red looks best across bratty girls’ asses, if I’m being honest,”

“I warned you,” he said, with a sideways look. “We may be in public, but don’t doubt that I can find a place to make your ass very red if you need it.” He paused. He must have seen something on my face, or in my eyes, because he snickered and shook his head. “God dammit. You really are a brat, aren’t you?”

“You should be afraid, but I’ve found that self-preservation isn’t a brat’s strong suit.”