his talented hands touching someone else.
felt his searing gaze on me.
wedding bells, and 2.5 kids.
odd date this is—he’s
taking me out to watch another man give me orgasms.
erupts from my throat at the thought.
funny?” He grins over at me as he starts up the car and pulls out into the
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never thought I was this kind of woman.”
his eyes at me. “What kind of woman?”
know…threesome kind, or whatever this is.” I wave my hand in front of me.
of woman that likes to explore her sexuality? The kind of woman that likes to
try new things? The kind of woman that doesn’t let society dictate the way she
leads her life?”
of woman. I feel his stare at the stoplight.
dies and my smile fades at his serious tone. I meet his blue eyes and raise my
eyebrows in question.
to me: I think you’re fucking amazing—strong, beautiful, talented, sexy as
fuck. If doing this is going to change your opinion of yourself, let’s not.”
squeezes at his sincerity and I feel so much better about tonight. I mean, I am
excited, but I must admit I was afraid of the judgement factor, of what
he’ll think of me after tonight. Now he’s worried about what I’ll think
of myself, and that alone makes me square my shoulders, raise my
chin, and reassure him.
this, Charlie, really want it. I promise I won’t regret it
forward, smiling, and places a soft kiss on my lips. “That’s more like it.”
Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.