Page 40 of Tight Spot

“He’s a football player. She’s a sports reporter. They meet, um, at a sex club. And she’s blindfolded.”

I added “blindfold Hailey” to the list of things to try.

“You like this stuff? Sex clubs and stuff?”

“In theory? Maybe?” A nervous little giggle escaped her. “Obviously, I don’t really have a frame of reference or anything.”

My guess, she liked having the guy take charge. That was what did it for her. If she was worried she didn’t know what she was doing, she’d want someone to guide it.

“You and your ex. How far did you two go?”

Didn’t want to bring him up, but in order to know how fast I could go with her, I had to know.

“How far?”

“Yeah. Oral? He go down on you?”

She shook her head, sucked her bottom teeth between her lips. Jesus.

“Use his fingers on you? Fuck you with them?”

“I’m not sure…”

“No joke, Hailey. You gotta know this, we’ll be talking a lot about this shit, things will need to be said. I’m not trying to embarrass you. I’ll never be embarrassed by anything you have to say, or judge you for it, but in order for me to give you what you want, what you need, I need to know where I’m starting from.”

“It’s embarrassing, and it’s not because it’s sex, but because it makes me feel stupid for thinking he was trying to make everything special for me when he was lying and betraying me the entire time.”

Shit. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought of that.”

I gave her space, tossed the book on the couch and opened my water. Gave her a minute. “We can slow this down, give it time.”

Hailey shook her head again, not liking that idea. “Outside. Sometimes. He used his fingers outside. But I have a toy…”

That would definitely help. For when we get to the really fun stuff and to make the fun stuff even better. For now, I tried not to picture her long legs spread, feet braced on the bed with her knees bent high and wide while she used it on herself. Bet that fucker never watched her get herself off, but I sure as hell would be.

“Okay. Now, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, so I need to get going, and apparently I have some of my own homework to do with that book of yours, but before I leave, how about you come here and let me give you a good night kiss.”

She didn’t want to be in charge, but if she really wanted this, me, and was ready for it, I needed her to take that first step.

Although, it would be the last first step she took, all night, or for the rest of this arrangement.

“Dawson…”

“Scared?”

She shook her head. “Terrified, and more excited than I probably should be.”

She took that step, though, and that one small move toward me was all I needed. I reached out and took her fingers in my hand and gently pulled her to me.

I brushed my other hand up her arm. She shivered beneath my touch and her lips parted with my hand resting at the side of her throat, my thumb sweeping along her jaw.

“Dawson—”

“Sh…I’ll make this good for you.”

I let go of her hand, placed my other hand on the other side of her throat, and tilted her chin up. Only a little, because she was already tall enough, I barely had to move her. She inhaled a quick gasp, tongue darting out, and I took the invite.

Teasing her, I brushed my lips over hers and pulled back. Kissed her again. I kissed her softly, and was invaded by her soft, sweet scent and the softness of her lips, the skin beneath her jaw.

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