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You should also consider burn rate when choosing rope, friction is important as you might or might not want to mark the bunny's skin."
"Level of sensuality or sexuality would be my next question. I might say, are you okay with kissing?" Frankie hesitated, slowly nodding. "What about sexual touching? For example, if I do a certain type of harness, I might need to move your breasts which I can achieve in a perfunctory manner, or I can touch you in a way that adds to your pleasure." Her breath caught, a flush of arousal colouring her cheeks. "I-I'm good with sensual." Fuck. I nodded, my blood beginning to thicken. "How about sensitive areas? Or areas where you have no feeling? Is there anything I should know about or look for?"
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"Because this is the first time we're working together, for this scene we'll keep your clothes on. If you want to change that next time, we'll renegotiate." Next time? What the fuck am I suggesting?
"No bra. Good girl." I shuddered, Jay's name on the tip of my tongue.
A loud moan interrupted her. We both looked to the cubicles, a soft chuckle escaping me when I recognised Norm's voice. "Melissa! Fuck!" "Is that—?" I nodded, enjoying Frankie's startled giggle. "They do this every time." "Melissa! Fuck. I think I'm in love!" "You'd want to be after fifty years."
"Why must men be difficult?" "Because if they were easy, they'd be dogs."
Frankie was the kind of woman who I referred to as a sun. She sucked people into her orbit, bathing them in her glow. If I wasn't careful, one of us could get burned. Badly.
"Adults forget to fuel their inner child. And those who had childhood experiences taken away—the kids who grew up far too fast—they deserve it more than most. Play is, and should always be considered, a birthright. Just as breathing, and living, and existing in happiness should be a birthright."
"Safe spaces are great but brave spaces are where it's at for me. And brave spaces mean inviting people in and building connections that might not otherwise exist. They're all about constructive discomfort."
"Alright." I settled in the car, slapping my hands on my knees. "Let's go, speed racer! Show me what this baby can do." Frankie laughed, switching the ignition on. "We'll be doing the speed limit, thank you very much. You may have money to waste on bail, but the colour orange has never looked good on me." "You're no fun. Vin Diesel would be very disappointed."
"Just so we're clear," I murmured gruffly. "This doesn't mean we're on a date." "W-w-what?" I kissed her, and to my fucking horror found she didn't taste like sugar or spice. She tasted like forever.
"You're the kind of woman who should come with a warning label." "What? Loves trashy reality TV shows and fails at cooking?" "Makes a man lose his goddamn mind."
I watched him walk backwards, still snapping pretend pictures of me. Did I really want to friend-date this guy? Jay tripped backward into one of the dinosaurs, arms flailing wildly to keep from toppling over. He righted, patting the statue, sending me a large grin and a thumbs-up. That warm sensation settled in my gut—a feeling I'd begun associating with Jay. Well, fuck. Yes. Yes, I did.
"It's not unrealistic to expect a guy to sweep me off my feet. Life imitates art all the time, and don't we all deserve an epic love story?"
"Our heights are too different for you to randomly kiss me. Now, when you want to lay one on me, you can grab and pull."
I couldn't explain the change but it was as if a mask dropped over him. Out went laughing, funny, adorable Jay and in his place sat sexy Jay—master of ropes, prince of my pussy.
"Say it," I ordered. "I need to know you want this." "I do. I want you to strip me naked. I want you to tie me up." She bit her lower lip. "I want you to make me come." Fuck. I tossed the length of rope on the bed. "Good girl."
"No, Jay. I want you to come on my tits." I froze. "Fuck." "Please?" My cock pressed against my fly, my control pushed to the limit. "No." She looked at me, her big eyes pleading. "Pretty please with me on top?" "Fuck." I shifted, ripping my shirt free. "Fuck."
Returning to the bed, I laid it against Frankie's abdomen, taking care of my gorgeous woman. My woman? What the fuck?
"Pain and joy aren't mutually exclusive. I can feel one while experiencing the other."
"What can I do to help?" Jay lifted his shirt to wipe his face, the move revealing yards of his delicious abdomen. If I lick him that means I own him, right? "Nothing. Sit over there and let the men flex for you." I started to protest but stopped when Jay leaned in to kiss my forehead. "I appreciate your offer but I don't want you getting your outfit dirty." He leaned in until his lips were in line with my ear. "I want it in perfect condition for when I tear it from you later."
I licked my lips. "Jay?" "Mm?" "I want you to come down my throat." "Fuck!" His free hand moved to his fly but I brushed it aside. "No, let me."
Her alarm had woken us an hour earlier, and instead of getting out of bed, I'd decided to get into her.
My hand slid under the table, cruising up her leg until I found a sensitive spot on her thigh. "Jay!" she hissed, leaning into me. "What are you doing?" "Finding a warm place for my hand." I nuzzled her neck. "It's cold, rainbow."
"Jay," Mai said, her voice soft. "Before you do anything, you need to know, she's been offered a talk show in New York." I doubled over, my breath escaping me. "Fuck." I closed my eyes. "That's her dream." My heart raced, my mind operating at a million miles an hour as I struggled to work out my next step. "Is he okay?" Flo asked. "There's a lot of grunting." "I don't know. He's bent over and turning red." Annie moved to my side, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Jay? Talk to us, bud. What's—"
"Frankie Kenton, I love you." Gasps rocked the auditorium. "I can't imagine life without you. I couldn't even get through twenty-four hours. You're my raptor, Frankie. You're my sunshine, my rainbow, my hero, my pot of gold." He placed the microphone on the edge of the stage, boosting himself up to stride across the raised platform, stopping in front of me. "I love you. Please forgive me."
I laughed, lifting up a hand to crook my finger at him. He came, dropping to his knees and shuffling forward until he could wrap me in his arms.
"We got a call from the rangers to help clear some trees that came down in the last storm." I sighed dreamily. "Picture it, Frankie. Big old redwoods, perfectly aged. I'm gonna make the most magnificent furniture with those babies. They're gonna have the best afterlife."
"Babe, we need to make peace with you being a disaster in the kitchen." "Worst girlfriend ever." On the kitchen floor with the smell of burnt sauce in the air, I dropped to one knee. "How about we ditch the girlfriend title? Marry me?" Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a little O. "Are you—?" I nodded. "Marry me, Frankie. Let's tie this relationship up. Let's make this permanent." She let out a startled, strangled laugh. "Oh, God. But I burnt dinner." "I know." I grinned. "That's why God created takeout menus." "Yes! A million, billion, trillion times yes, yes, yes!"
"Wait." She put a hand to my chest, pushing me back an inch. "Do I have to change my name?" "And go from Francine Ursula Charles Kenton, Doctor FUCK to Doctor Wood?" I snorted. "Hell no. I'll change mine."
"Linc's glaring at the bartender and he—yep, he's ripped up the guy's number and—" I bit out a laugh. "Flo, he's thrown her over his shoulder and is now walking out." "I'm surprised Annie hasn't started scream—" "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Annie's screech cut through the reception, conversation ceasing as heads of the loitering waitstaff twisted their way. "This is my best friend's wedding, motherfucker! And you're ruining it!"
He laughed. "Shall we get out of here and get this marriage started?" "Did you pack the ropes?" His grin stretched from one side of his face to the other. "Of course." "You sure you're ready to tie me down?" I teased. "Rainbow, there's nothing in the world that could stop me." With a final kiss to seal his promise, we began our happily ever after.
