I always suspected that was something he wanted but could never admit to, and I hate that he hid that desire for so long from me, even probably from himself. But after he finally admitted it, I wanted him to know how much I wanted it too, for both of us. So I’ve been encouraging him to explore. Which is why we ended up taking this trip.
We’ve been in Europe for a little over a week and tonight was the first time he acted on it.
The sex club was supposed to be a way for him to feelanonymous, so that he wouldn’t feel so ashamed of the things he wanted. Get past that hurdle. I encouraged the club specifically because when I researched this one, they had glory holes that I thought would be a good first step.
He didn’t like the idea at first because he felt like I wasn’t part of it, but I think part of his shame comes from worrying that I won’t like it or that I’ll see him in a different light.
That couldn’t be further from the truth but I knew it would be easier for him to do this without me watching and as anonymous as possible.
Hence the club tonight.
He didn’t say much after, he just wrapped his arms around me, tucked his head into my neck, and held me.
I gave him a few minutes and finally pulled away, signing the question I’d been dying to know.
“Did you like it?”
He just nodded and whispered shamefully. “But I don’t want to do anything like that again without you.” He cupped my cheeks, looking at me with a serious stare.
“But, you do want to do it again?”
His eyes fluttered closed as he took in a deep breath, like the memory of his experience was too much to handle.
“Yes, but only with you.”
“Okay.”
“Come on, let’s get to the hostel and I’ll tell you all about it.”
We haven’t had a chance to talk about the details, but I’m dying to know. I want to know every dirty detail of what happened in that room.
“So, what are your plans in Paris?” Dane asks, bringing my thoughts back to the present.
“Sightseeing mostly. Standard Paris stuff,” Ethan answers for us as he shrugs, sounding terribly uninterested even though I know he’s far from it.
Not only has he been looking forward to coming to Paris,he’s also crushing on our new roommate and my grumpy man hates it.
“Stop brooding,”I sign.
“I’m not,”he signs back.
“Then be nicer.”
My movements are slow and deliberate because just like when you speak in a more serious tone, I do the same when I sign and he knows it.
And since I like poking at him, I continue.
“I will tell him our plans to go back to that club…and invite him.”
I give him a snarky smirk.
His eyes widen and he leans forward looking as if he wants to kill me. I meet him with the same reverence, not backing down because this is what we do.
“You will not.”
“Try me.”
“I will tie up those gorgeous hands if you don’t stop.”
