Page 39 of Tight Spot

“Not particularly.”

He chuckled.

I shuffled back and forth on my feet. I could not believe this was happening. Hadn’t expected him to look at all or notice.

Darrick never had, and I’d read the books in front of him. He definitely never asked why I highlighted and marked some of the sex scenes.

Research. It was all research. Once we broke the seal on our celibacy, I figured we could do all the fun things together. And what better way to start than to show him some of the things I was most excited about trying?

Except he’d been doing fun things the whole time.

My throat grew tight, and like every time I thought of Darrick’s betrayal, my nose stung along with my heart.

“Will you drop dead of embarrassment if I see what they are myself?”

“Probably?” The heat searing my cheeks was spreading to my neck and my chest.

He watched me for a minute, two, while I fought against squirming beneath the weight of his gaze before he turned and set the book on the shelf.

“Pick one you want me to read.”

“Excuse me?”

“You want to learn shit, you honestly have ideas of what you like. Pick one, something simple and small to start. Show me what turns you on, Hailey.”

He stepped back, putting space between him and the shelf that would now, forever be renamed in my head as The Shelf of Doom.

Then I took one trembling step forward.

CHAPTER11

DAWSON

If you’d told me the sweet but sexy woman who wanted to learn about sex had a naughty side buried deep, I wouldn’t have believed you. But in that moment, while I focused on Hailey stepping toward me like she was walking to her execution but gathering her courage every small step of the way, my dick was hard, and I was fighting against grabbing her and slamming my mouth to hers.

Sex books. Romance. Whatever. From the titles and the quick description on the backs of the books, this girl read shit about bondage, BDSM, being kidnapped and forced into marriages.

Not sure how any of that had to do with actual romance, but it was fucking hot as hell. I wasn’t into BDSM, not as a formality anyway, but did I like the thought of her tied up, unable to escape while I tortured her with my tongue, my hands, and my dick, drove her to the edge and back again before throwing her into a blissed-out orgasm where she went limp afterward and thought of me for days?

Certainly was now.

“This is embarrassing,” she whispered, but she was still doing it, now at the bookshelf. “I thought maybe we’d start with a kiss or something, you know…get used to each other before diving right in.”

I wanted to dive my hand into her thick blonde hair and slam her mouth to mine. There was no warming up when it came to my thoughts of what I wanted to do to her. Knowing there was a freaky little minx beneath her wholesome exterior only made her sexier.

She’d banked all that for one man who didn’t deserve it. I might not have deserved it, either, but I would enjoy the hell out of it.

“We’ll kiss first,” I assured her.

Hailey whipped her head toward me, cheeks still flushed, no longer trembling as she pulled a book off her shelf and handed it to me. I took it and she stepped back, like the book had burned her.

“What’s it about?”

I glanced down at the title, but like all the other books I could see, it was a title and a mostly naked man. Not the kind of thing I could read on a plane, nor anything I ever thought I’d have in my hands.

“Um. Football, actually.”

My brows rose in surprise. “This doesn’t look like football.”

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