The Dangerous Hero
“"One or two of those deviant things, you mean?" "Yep." He treated her to a look that made her tingle all the way to her fingertips. "Is that okay with you?" He had invited her to sit down at the table, but she hadn't settled yet, and he was attending to some final detail at the stove. He had playfully donned a chef's apron, and his glasses were getting a little steamy, so he had to keep pushing them up from his nose and into his hair, which she found absolutely adorable.
"Sure," she said, grinning at him. "I've been curious ever since you told me you were into that stuff." "So what are you curious about?" "I'm not sure, exactly. You were kinda vague last weekend about what you do when you’re feeling kinky." "All the usual things," he said with a smile.
"They’re not so usual to me." "I know. You’re blushing." He stopped stirring his pot and leaned close. With the hand that was not holding the wooden spoon, his finger brushed over her hot cheek and down her throat to her collarbone.
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