Natalie took his hand, lifted it, and kissed his knuckles. “You’ll be back,” she winked. “We haven’t even gotten to the heels yet.”
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, her breath warm on his ear. “The pain doesn’t start yet. First, we play dress-up.”
Natalie approached Marcus, her bare feet silent on the crimson velvet floor. She smelled of cherry blossom and something more primal—honey and clove. She knelt before him, bringing her face level with his. He flinched. She giggled.
Natalie took his hand, lifted it, and kissed his knuckles. “You’ll be back,” she winked. “We haven’t even gotten to the heels yet.”
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, her breath warm on his ear. “The pain doesn’t start yet. First, we play dress-up.”
Natalie approached Marcus, her bare feet silent on the crimson velvet floor. She smelled of cherry blossom and something more primal—honey and clove. She knelt before him, bringing her face level with his. He flinched. She giggled.
