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other parts) do to me in other places? I say a
silent prayer of thanks to Cosmo for showing me the way. This list is
taking me to places I never thought possible.  
    After what seems like hours, he pulls away. My skin
sizzles, on fire, and the throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable.
    Gabe taps on my notebook, pulling me back to the real
world. I take the pen and run it across the paper. I have no trouble filling
the page.

Chapter 5
     
    “Hand it over,” Gabe says when
I finish writing. His voice is low and throaty and I so want to get started
right now.  
    He swipes the notebook from my hands, turns around, and
reads.
    “Hmmm,” he says.
    “What? What?” I anxiously badger.
    “Interesting,” he continues.
    I look over his shoulder to see which activity he’s
referring to, but he holds me at an arm’s length.
    “Wait.” He slaps my grabbing hands.
    And that gives me a zing to my core I wasn’t expecting. I
take a breath and lean back against the couch. He makes me wait it out another
minute, before turning around with a wide grin stretched across his face.
    “Now this is a listI can work with,” he says,
taking my hand.
    “Yeah?” I ask.
    “Oh yeah.”  
    Gabe pulls me up and brings me over to the bed without
another word.
    He helps me to lie down, and I comply without a thought—anxiously
waiting for his next move. In this moment, I’d gladly check off every one of
the things on my list with him. Every. Last. One.
    “Ready to begin?” he asks.
    “I think so,” I tell him honestly. I so want to do this,
but I can’t deny the fluttering of nerves in my belly.
     “Take off your clothes, Stevie,” Gabe says, pulling no
punches. His eyes already stripping me bare.
    I don’t protest or question; I simply clear my head and
follow his command. It’s the only way I can do it. To get control, I need to
give up control. My body shudders as I release the tie on my wrap dress. I
slowly open it, feeling his eyes on me. He makes no effort to hide his perusal
as I slip out of the dress and let it pool on the floor.
    Standing there in my underwear, I let him drink me
in—hoping he’s pleased, hoping I look as sexy as I feel. I’m wearing my black
lace demi bra and panties, but the way my nipples are peaked at the moment,
they could break through the lace at any time. Goosebumps run up the length of
my body when I hear his loud intake of breath.
    “So beautiful,” he says before pulling back the covers and
propping up the pillows. “Now lay down on the bed.”
    I brush past him, desperate for his touch on my body, but
he makes no move. I slip into bed the most elegant way I can, enjoying the way
he watches me.
    “Close your eyes,” Gabe says. His deep voice does nothing
to help the straining lace situation.
    I lean back and close them, but hear him moving around the
other side of the room. Then, something light falls on the bed next to me. I’m
disappointed it’s not him.
    “Where are you?” I ask, my voice shaky, unable to hide my
nerves. “I’m not sure how I’m going to get anything out of this with you way
over there.”
    I hear the door open and close. My eyes pop open. Then my
phone rings, displaying the name: Gabe Shannon.
    “What’s going on?” I ask him, afraid of what he’s going to
say and feeling the beginnings of rejection starting to kick in. “Why’d you
leave?
    “Don’t worry, Stevie,” he says, which instantly calms me.
“I’m right here.”
    “I don’t get it.”
    “We’re starting our sexual adventure,” he says.
    Mmmm. He has an amazing phone voice.
     “With what?” I ask.
    “With words, Stevie.”
    My stomach flips so many times, it’s the Olympics of
stomach flips. I’m sure mine gets the gold.
     Then he continues, “I’m going to show you how I can make a
woman come without even touching her.”
    Oh my fucking God. There
went the lace.

Chapter 6
     
    “Where are you?” I ask, missing him already.
    “Right outside your door,” he says.