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Fletcher watched her as he finished drying his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he walked out, he smiled at her folding their clothes and setting everything aside. It reminded him of the way she’d cleaned up his hotel room all those years ago—making sure not a single crumb or piece of clothing was out of place.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shook his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “When I woke up alone that morning in my hotel room, the place was spotless. Like housekeeping had come through while I was asleep.”
She looked at the T-shirt in her hands and laughed. “It’s always been something I did. My brother was messy, my ex was messy, my roommate in college was messy and now my kid is messy. Picking up after people is kinda my thing.”
“That’s not a bad thing to have.”
She set all their clothes aside and dropped beside him on the bed, her chin resting on his shoulder. “I’d rather we do something else.”
“Are you still the adventurous type?” he asked.
Micah smirked, looking up at him through her lashes as a finger seductively traced the lines of tattoos on his biceps. “Depends on the adventure.”
His head spun with all the things they could do together. It wasn’t even that he’d experimented a whole lot, but there had been a few women before and after his marriage that tried things with him. Fletcher had always been happy to take whatever they gave him, learning from them and returning the favor the best he could. But never in his life had he been the one to initiate something like that. Then again, never in his life had he ever felt this way about anybody before.
“Blindfolds?” he whispered, sliding an arm around Micah’s waist. When she nodded, batting her eyes at him, he continued. “Ice cubes?” A shiver ran through her and she shifted to straddle one leg. “Hot wax?” Micah hesitated and then shrugged, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Vibrators?” She nodded slowly, pressing herself down on his thigh and he gritted his teeth.
“What kind of adventure is this?” Micah was breathless, her fingers curling into his arms as they held each other.
“A little bit of everything.”
“Have you done any of that before?”
He nodded, his eyes fixed on Micah’s. “Indulged in some sensation play before, yeah.”
“And you own a vibrator?”
This time, he dropped his eyes and blushed. Because the vibrator had been an impulse purchase. “Years ago, I met this woman who used one of her vibrators on me and it was…incredible.”
She rocked her hips against his thigh, drawing his attention to her dark gaze. “You want me to use it on you?”
“Maybe. But I was wondering if I could use it on you instead?”
Her eyes stayed on his and Fletcher felt like she could see into his soul. “Yes, please.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, she cupped his face in both her hands. “I’ll go any adventure with you, Fletch. As long as hot wax isn’t involved.”
He laughed, nodding as he leaned in to kiss her softly. Micah’s arms slid around his neck and she kissed him back, his hands moving around to grip her ass through the towel. When she rocked against him again, Fletcher growled into the kiss and pulled away.
“Get comfortable, I’ll gather everything.”
She nodded, kissing him again before she reluctantly slid off his lap and crawled to the center of the bed. He forced himself to his feet and glanced over his shoulder to find Micah rubbing her thighs together.
“Quit stalling,” she teased, toying with the edge of her towel. “Or I’ll get started on my own.”
When he returned to the bedroom fifteen minutes later, the towel around Micah had ridden up and her legs were parted slightly. He swallowed back a growl at the sight of her pussy—pink, dripping and waiting for him. He moved further into the room and her eyes snapped to his, lifting her upper body onto her elbows as she watched him. It wasn’t like he was doing anything she wasn’t aware of, but he’d still draped a towel over the tray filled with the things he’d brought. Fletcher set the tray on the bedside table and from the drawer pulled out the vibrator (still in its packaging), fuzzy handcuffs and a dark eye mask.
“Handcuffs too?”
“Only if you want to use them.”
She held her hand out and he set the fuzzy restraint in her palm. As Micah fiddled with it, he sat on the edge of the bed and opened the vibrator. Even before he knew she’d ask for it, Fletcher held the bright pink device out to Micah and they shared a grin. While she touched and explored the two toys, Fletcher lowered the lighting and connected his phone to the hidden bluetooth speakers he’d set up in his room. The soft sounds of Steely Dan filtered through and she looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.
“If we use the handcuffs, do I need a safe word? Maybe cactus.”
