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“How’d it go?”
“My God, Micah is damn hotter in person than his profile pic on Elite’s website!” I whispered while climbing into my car. “Why the hell didn’t you warn me he was so damn swoon worthy?”
“Are you okay?” Dina asked, sounding preoccupied.
“Yes.” A smile and sigh shuddered through me as I started the car and blasted the AC. “He’s the first guy I’ve actually wanted to touch me since, well, you know.”
“Did he?” she snapped, and I imagined my big sister had stilled, ignoring whatever had required all her attention seconds earlier.
“We shook hands. Briefly. I actually did it by choice!” Nervous laughter bubbled again at the memory of his skin sliding against my palm. “I pulled away before he finished squeezing, and he actually helped me down from the resulting panic attack. He was so sweet. Makes me want to try again.”
“He’s not right for you.”
My smile faded as I pulled my seatbelt across my chest and buckled myself in. “Why ever not? He was very concerned for me and behaved like a perfect gentleman—”
“He’s slept with hundreds of women.”
“So what? Iactually wanted a man to touch me.” I emphasized my words, reminding her of what that meant for me. “That’s a major step in recovery! Even better, I’m thinking about doing it again!”
“Well, your therapist wouldn’t recommend you get involved with a man whore.”
“Oh, my God, Dina.” I shook my head and stared at Micah’s locked office door directly in front of me. “I took a single step forward, and you think I’m just going to bend over and let him have his way with me?” A shocking pulse rippled through my core at the image crashing into my imagination.
Her snort of laughter held no hint of amusement, and nothing about my body’s response to the image in my mind was funny. It was warm. Addictive.
“If any man could talk you into it, Micah Fox is the one,” Dina muttered.
I remembered the concern in his eyes and the sincerity in his tone of voice while counting and breathing with me. “He promised he wouldn’t ever touch me again.”
She didn’t reply.
Yeah, I thought, putting my car into reverse.That shut you right up. “You said he’s a man of his word.”
“He is.”
“All right, then. No need for you to worry.”
She sighed loudly in my ear, and I could see her lips pursing just like Mom’s. “Just be careful, Jaz.”
“I’m always am.”
I hung up a few seconds later and pulled out of his driveway. The giddiness I’d felt earlier over coming into physical contact with Micah and not going full-blown into panic mode refused to diminish regardless of my Debbie Downer of a sister.
My laptop waited for me at home.
I couldn’t wait to dive deeper into the world my boss preferred to live in.
* * *
I lay in bed that night after spending about two hours too long staring wide-eyed at my computer screen. A notebook and pen lay on my bedside table, page upon page covered with notes. Power play. Consent. Safewords. Aftercare. Different types of bondage. Suspension. Daddies and littles. Masters and slaves. Punishment and sensory play.
All included physical touch in some way, shape, or form.
Micah came to mind for like the hundredth time that day since I first saw him sitting at his desk. Behind my closed eyelids, his damn hair stuck up, making my fingers itch to rearrange it. A short, groomed beard lined his square jaw I wanted to pepper with kisses. He had a perfectly shaped nose most male models would die for. Those blue eyes of his had darkened as he’d enjoyed a once-over down my body like he’d done when taking note of my presence in his office doorway.
Although quick, his gaze had seared my skin beneath my clothing, and I’d felt arousal like never before, unlike any steamy scene in a romance novel brought to life between my thighs.
Yes, I’d wanted his touch and not just clasping my hand in greeting.
