Page 74 of Slow Burn

Blindfolded

Anal – maybe?

Outside

Public sex

Is squirting a thing?

Shower

“What are you thinking?” Georgia still whispered, which blew his mind. She clearly was thinking about sex, a lot, yet she was blushing and too afraid to talk about it above a library voice.

“Why didn’t you cross off public sex?”

And the animal inside him begged to wonder, why couldn’t he be the one to fulfill her fantasies?

Her eyes were giant with shock. “Can we please not talk about that here?”

“Fine.”

If she wanted to have this conversation in private, then so be it. Elijah got up from the table and offered her his hand, which she just stared at.

“What are you doing?” she asked, shoveling another bite of food into her mouth.

He took a deep breath, trying not to lose his patience, which was barely hanging on by a thread. “We’re leaving. If you don’t get up with me now, I will make a scene.”

Her mouth hung open.

“Peach, I am not joking.”

Georgia stood, and he grabbed her hand and whisked them away to the front of the restaurant. Elijah stopped at the hostess stand.

“We have an emergency and need to leave.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and yanked out his credit card. “Our server was Sunny. Would you be able to have him cash us out?”

The woman nodded, and she scurried away. Within five minutes, she was back with his receipt for him to sign. Elijah left a generous tip, then walked outside, yanking Georgia behind him.

Rightfully so, she smacked his arm. “What is wrong with you!”

Walking them toward his car, he told her over his shoulder, “You don’t want to talk about your list in public, then we are going somewhere private.”

“I was still eating!”

Elijah opened the passenger-side door and gave her a pointed look. “I can make you eggs at your place, but get in the car.”

Thank fuck she didn’t argue and got in the car instead. He followed suit, and once they were both buckled in, he drove to her apartment.

“You know you’re crazy, right?” Georgia was in just as much shock as he was.

“You make me this way.”

“Real mature.”

“Why didn’t you cross off public sex?”

She grumbled, “Because I’m not sure if it counts, and I wanted to ask my girlfriends. Why do you care what’s on my list?”

Elijah ran his hand through his hair. He parked in front of her building.