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Candy nods again, still avoiding my gaze. But I can tell that she’s listening.

“I also know that you filled out that questionnaire in good faith. And that takes courage. But if we’re going to make this work, we need to be completely honest with each other. No secrets, no holding back. And I think you owe it to yourself to explore that honesty, to see where it takes you.”

Candy looks up at me, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I can see the attraction there, the same attraction that I’ve been feeling since I first read her questionnaire. And for a moment, I think she might say no because I can sense her hesitation. But then, just as quickly, she dives right in.

“You’re right. I’m ready for that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Were you honest in your answers, Candy?”

“I was honest about the things I like. The things I’m curious about and the things I want to try.”

“Were you honest about your limits?”

“I don’t know. So many things on that list were alien to me, and when I looked them up online—” A low growl rumbles up from my chest. “Sorry. But I was too embarrassed to ask so Ilooked some stuff up, and it freaked me out and I wrote those notes and…well, maybe now I want to have another go at it.”

“At the questionnaire?”

She nods. “I want to try.”

“Atta girl,” I say, exhaling. “So, let’s talk about your limits then.”

“My limits? Without trying things, how can I know? The thing is, I have to be honest. I want to try, but at the same time I want to be able to change my mind and say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ and…”

“And?” I wait for her to continue, but she just fiddles with the covers. “What’s the something else, Candy?”

“I need to know that stop means stop. But I don’t want to say ’no’ to you, Wint.”

Her words strike me like a punch to the gut. And I’m not sure how to react to it.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Candy, you can always say no. No matter what, your consent is the most important thing. If you’re not comfortable with something, we stop. No questions asked.”

“But what if I change my mind?” she asks, her voice small.

“Then we stop. Consent isn’t set in stone, you can revoke it at any time. It’s as simple as that. Your comfort and safety are paramount. Nothing is worth compromising that. Every single member of our club abides by those rules, the staff included. Last night was…exceptional, and I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Candy’s eyes meet mine, and I can see the relief in them. “Thank you, Wint. I appreciate that.”

I nod, trying to hide the fact that my heart is racing. The thought of exploring these desires with Candy, of pushing boundaries and testing limits, is thrilling beyond measure. But I have to remind myself that this is not just about me. It’s aboutall of us, and making sure that everyone is comfortable and on board with what’s happening.

“Okay,” I say, clearing my throat. “Let’s start by going over the questionnaire again. We’ll take it slow and talk about each item in detail. And if there’s anything you’re not sure about, just ask.”

“Okay. Sounds good. But…can you come sit by me? Being face to face like this is oddly formal, even though I’m in bed. It reminds me of my interview.”

Her cheeks blaze and I can’t hide my smirk, even as I get up and move over to the bed to join her. She scoots over so I can sit beside her, which I do, but remaining on top of the covers.

Once I’m settled, she scoots closer to look at the paperwork with me, virtually resting her head on my shoulder as we begin to go through the questionnaire together.

As we talk, I can feel the tension between us growing. The air is thick with anticipation, and I know that we’re both thinking about what could happen next. Each scenario that I read out to her plays like a movie in my mind, imagining the two of us acting it out. I can tell she’s thinking the same because her cheeks are flushed and her grip on the sheet has relaxed a little.

My control is slipping as we get further and further into the nitty gritty of the questionnaire.

As we discuss each item, my control is obliterated. The attraction between us is too strong to ignore, and my arousal grows with every passing moment. Candy is feeling the same way; her breathing has become more shallow and her body keeps inching closer and closer to mine. Does she even realise her bare breast is pressed against my arm, her beautiful dusky rose nipple just peeking out from the covers to taunt me?

I try to keep my voice steady as we continue our conversation, but the tension is almost unbearable. Her breath ishot on my neck as she leans in even closer, fanning the flames of my desire, until I’m on the verge of losing control.

When we reach the part where she’s added her sassy, scotch-infused annotations, it becomes too much. I can’t take it anymore. I turn to face her, my hand reaching out to cup her cheek. Her eyes are wide with anticipation but her gaze is drowning in desire.

Without another word, I lean in and kiss her deeply. Our lips meet in a fiery passion, and that same electric spark that was between us the first time we met, reignites and grows stronger with each passing second.

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