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do you live? I’ll walk you home.”
    She studies my hand for a minute and then offers me hers. I hold my breath as our fingers slide together, feeling her skin on mine, the dance as our energies get to know each other a little.
    “You do this with all the subs you’re chasing?” She’s still staring at our hands.
    “No.” I shrug and tell her the truth. “With friends, mostly.” Touch is a permission thing in my world, so it’s something I’m careful with, even though I’m a guy who drinks it up like water.
    She looks at me. “This feels different than friends.”
    “Yeah.” I tug her gently toward the street. “Is that why you’re here?”
    “Maybe.” She points with her free hand. “I live that way.”
    Conveniently, so do I. We walk together quietly. I listen to the sound of our footsteps, feel the warmth flowing from her hand to mine. In the vanilla world, holding hands doesn’t mean much. In mine, it’s a big deal.
    She pats the bag hanging over her shoulder. “I picked some images.”
    Tension zings through me and straight into our joined hands. I made my instructions very clear. If all she wants to play is beta tester, she’d be having this conversation with Ari. I stop us on the sidewalk and back up until I can lean against a low stone wall so that my eyes are level with hers. I need to be really sure what she’s chosen. “You’re bringing them to me. You want us to play with whatever you’ve picked.”
    She stares at me and nods.
    The lessons start right now. “Words. You want this, you need to own it out loud where we can both hear it.”
    She reaches into her bag and draws out a manila envelope. This one’s a pretty green color and a lot skinnier than the one I gave her. She puts it on the stone wall beside me. “Those are the ones I picked.” She swallows. “I think I’m a sub, and I think this is what I want. But I’m going to be really honest and say that I know a lot of people who want to sing behind a microphone in their daydreams, but they crap out fast when they actually try it.”
    Somewhere in that bare-naked honesty she’s stopped meeting my eyes. I reach for her chin. “That’s what safewords are for. I take care of my subs, Scorpio—even if that means stopping dead in our tracks and curling up in a chair for as long as it takes until you feel okay again.”
    She nods slowly, and her eyes are full of the kind of courage that only happens when you know you might fail and want to try anyhow.
    “If we do this, I’ll push you like hell, because that’s part of the deal for me. But all it will ever take for you to push back is one really small word, even if you said yes to that thing two seconds earlier.”
    She eyes me wryly. “You’re very good at this, aren’t you?”
    I want to touch so much more than her hand. “Playing’s no fun if you have to get it right every time. We’ll explore, we’ll try some things, we’ll talk, we’ll try some more things.” I hold up our linked hands. “So since we’ve already tried something—is this okay?”
    Her smile is softer than usual. “Yeah.”
    “Good.” I put my free hand on her envelope. “What about you sitting in my lap while we look at these together?”
    “Ah—” I can hear the disconcerted surprise in her voice. And the arousal.
    God she’s hot. “Or we can go find a bench somewhere and sit without touching, and talk pictures and contracts.”
    She’s eyeing me. “You do contracts? Even when it’s not a club thing?”
    I shrug. “For myself, I mostly just need a good, clear conversation, but Fettered requires paperwork for lots of smart reasons, so I stick with that just to keep everything clean. You okay with that?”
    She’s nodding. “Yeah. But I don’t want that vibe when we’re checking out the porn.”
    I like her style. “Porn first. Lap or bench?”
    I can see the shaky breath she pulls in. “Lap.”
    My cock is fully in favor of this plan, which she’s about to find out. I