Her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. Her stomach was filled with butterflies the size of eagles. As she waited by the elevator, watching the front doors of the hotel through a fake fern against the wall, she once again asked herself what she was doing. Was she crazy? Insane? Itchy? She was aroused, and her body ached for what she had planned… but she was also terrified. The combination of arousal and fea...

Anna awoke with a start. She had no idea where she was; it was dark, unfamiliar, and for some reason, she was completely naked. From a faint nightlight in the bathroom, she registered that she was in a hotel room. The previous night's events had come back to her in a rush. She found herself hoping, no, praying that it hadn't been simply a vivid, wonderful dream. She was afraid to look beside her and find nothing there. In...

They stood there for a second longer, the phantom of what she wanted to say, what she had almost said, still lingering between them. She suspected that he had wanted to say the same three words to her. In a way, she was relieved he hadn't; she didn't know how she would react. Her downstairs brain was taking the opportunity to reassert itself. She found herself wanting nothing more than to ignore her hunger, rip off his cl...

"I'm scared," she said. "I don't think I want to do this anymore." "Hey, it's okay. I'll be right here with you." His voice was deep and soothing. She almost felt her fear slip away... almost. "What if it hurts going in and coming out?" "It might. That's the risk we take." She picked up one of the chicken wings in front of her and smelled it. "It just smells like... sauce," she said, suspiciously, turning it over in her f...