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suddenly feeling flushed with adrenaline. I can do this. I know I can. Fuck my past. Onward and upward, baby. Climb and conquer.
    “ More ?” she says behind my back. “Hey, gimme a shaky-shake, baby.”
    Once again, I shake my ass for her with gusto and she hoots at me.
    In my closet, I grab a second, smaller box—this one from the farthest corner of the highest shelf—and bring it back to her on the bed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. In April.”
    She stares at the box with wide eyes. “What is it?”
    “Do I really need to explain how presents work again ?”
    She grins from ear to ear and eagerly dives into the box. “Oh my God,” she says, pulling out a bag filled with assorted sex toys. She looks up at me, incredulous. “How did you...?”
    “Breadcrumbs,” I say. “You left me lots and lots of breadcrumbs, baby.”
    She blushes. “Wow. I never intended... I’ve just been...” She doesn’t finish the sentence.
    “You’ve just been what?”
    She shrugs, her cheeks turning bright red. “Curious.”
    I must admit I was initially taken aback when I found Sarah’s search history on my computer, but, almost immediately, it all made perfect sense. The woman didn’t take a job reading sex club applications out of nowhere, after all, whether she realizes it or not. And, yeah, I’m not blind—I saw the way her eyes blazed in Thailand when I impulsively tied her wrists, not knowing how else to handle her. I told myself it was a one-time thing for both of us, given the unique circumstances of the night—but clearly, it planted some kind of seed inside her. Or maybe it simply ignited a fuse that was already there.
    “Jonas, I wasn’t looking at all that stuff to use with you, necessarily—I’ve known from day one this kind of stuff is off-limits with you. I was just browsing for the sheer entertainment of it—just sort of... “ She trails off.
    “Has My Beautiful Intake Agent been missing her sex club applications?”
    She smiles and shrugs. “Maybe it’s just a simple case of being attracted to forbidden fruit. The doctor said we’re not allowed to get too crazy-freaky-kinky, so...” Her cheeks flush. “So, of course, all I can think about is getting crazy-freaky. But it’s okay, Jonas. Obviously, you have very good reasons not to want to do this kind of thing and I totally respect that—”
    “Fuck it, baby. Fuck my bullshit.” I practically spit out the words.
    Her face ignites.
    “You’re curious? You wanna explore some kink and see if it gets you off? Cool. Don’t let all my baggage and bullshit and weird-ass shit make you think this stuff is somehow weird or shameful. It’s not. I’m ready to fuck you however you wanna get fucked. Nothing’s off-limits anymore.”
    Her face is positively blazing with excitement. “Really?”
    “You bet.”
    She picks up an unidentifiable sex toy, a glass dildo that looks more like a bong than a sex toy, and scrutinizes it like it’s an alien carcass. “Honestly, I don’t know if I’m gonna like this stuff or not. I was just feeling a bit curious to find out.” She makes a face at the glass dildo. “I think.”
    “Let’s find out.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep.”
    She drops the bag of toys and scoots closer to me on the bed. “Jonas, you know I’m a thoroughly satisfied member of the Jonas Faraday Club, right? I don’t want anything or anyone else but you, and I never will.”
    “Sarah, I harbor no misunderstanding about how much you like getting fucked by me and my big ol’ cock,” I say. “And neither does anyone within a half-mile radius of our bedroom.”
    She laughs.
    “We’re good, love,” I say. “We’re always good.”
    “Good,” she says. She exhales. “Whew.”
    “So it’s a date,” I say. “I’ll shock and awe you with a whole new brand of fuckery the minute we get the all-clear from the doctor, whenever that is.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    I touch her belly. “It’ll be something to look forward to