"Baby, we're gonna meet real soon... I swear I've got the best surprise waiting for you." In the video, my cheeks were flushed bright red, and my breaths came in rough, ragged gasps. "What are you planning to do?" "Oh, nothing much. Just practicing a little beforehand. I want our first in-person meeting to be nothing but pure pleasure." The second the call cut out, I practically raced to the door to yank it open for the man waiting outside. I'm Olivia Bennett, and I've been dating my boyfriend long-distance online for two whole years. We finally managed to clear our schedules at the same time, and we'd agreed to meet in person a week from then. I'd dated another guy back in college, but my needs were way stronger than the average woman's, so he dumped me in the end. Word about why we split spread like wildfire, and I didn't date anyone else for the rest of my time at university. I just had to take care of things myself. After I graduated, those cravings only got worse. But I still had zero real, hands-on experience with another person. Scared I'd fumble and give my boyfriend a bad experience when we met, I'd booked an at-home session with a "love experience coach." "Miss Bennett? Did you book the session?" The man standing before me was six feet tall, and there was this thrilling, imposing aura about him. He just gave me a casual little wave. The thick, ropy veins popping on the back of his hand and those long, elegant fingers had me swallowing hard before I could even stop myself. I stared at his unfairly handsome face like I was hypnotized, nodding dumbly. I was so caught up in looking at him that I completely forgot what I was wearing. Nothing at all under that lacy little slip dress. Their hard peaks peeked faintly through the thin fabric, half-hidden, impossible to fully make out at a glance. His heavy, unblinking gaze drifted down naturally to the spot right below my neck. A white-hot wave of desire erupted low in my belly, burning hotter than a wildfire. My stupid brain even started fantasizing that he was the lead in the steamy little fantasy I'd just been wrapped up in during the call. "Come on in." I turned sideways to make room for him to step inside. As he brushed past me, I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or a total accident. His elbow rubbed right up against my most sensitive spot. A soft, breathy little moan slipped out of my mouth before I could hold it back. "Ah!" But I clamped my mouth shut half a second later, cutting the sound off dead. My whole face was on fire, but I tried to act like absolutely nothing had happened. "I'm Adrian Blackwood." The man cleared his throat, and that deep, rumbling voice of his sent my mind spinning even further into wild fantasies. I nodded again, still half dazed. Desperate to shake off all those wild, lust-fueled thoughts racing through my head, I hurried to pour two glasses of water. I handed one to Adrian. I chugged the other glass of ice water in one go, down to the last drop. But it did nothing at all to put out that raging, throbbing fire coiled tight in my core. If anything, it got worse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank. I swallowed hard again without even noticing, my mouth going dry all over again. "Since we charge by the hour, let's skip the pleasantries and jump right in, yeah?" The man set down his water glass. Before I could even react, he shot his hand out, curled his fingers tight around my wrist, and yanked me straight into his solid chest. My first instinct was to panic and push him away, but some reckless, craving part of me was already dying to let him do whatever he wanted with me. "No need to be so on edge, Miss Bennett." He narrowed his eyes, his gaze raking over every inch of me, not missing a single spot. "Look how stiff you are. If you act this tense with your boyfriend when you're together, you'll leave him feeling totally deflated." His warm palm splayed across my back, drifting slowly down to my waist. His hand kept drifting lower, until it came to rest on the soft curve of my ass. The feel of his skin on mine, no fabric in the way, made me glance down on instinct. That's when I realized my dress had ridden up so far when I sat down that it barely covered anything at all. I was totally bare down there. I squeezed my thighs together as subtly as I could, terrified his eyes would drift down and notice too. "There we go. Just relax. If you want to wrap a man around your little finger, you've got to stay loose and at ease." I took a deep, shaky breath and decided to just stop overthinking it.