“Ah, but of course. I should have been on a first-name basis with him.”

“Anyway, I grabbed a list from a website on kink and submission, and since we’re doing lessons, I thought perhaps we should discuss the curriculum in advance.”

He reined in a laugh. At least she was keen to continue. “Oh well, if Christian and Ana did it this way, we should too,” he said dryly.

“They’re the leading experts. But no red room of pain for us. And we don’t even need to discuss caning, whipping or flogging, because those are not going to be on the menu.”

“I won’t even try to order them a la carte,” he said, slashing his hand through the air.

“Let’s begin with . . . spanking,” she said, reading the list.

“I’m good with it. You?”

She nodded. “Absolutely.”

He peered at the list on the screen. “How about ropes?”

“I believe I won’t mind being tied up with you,” she said, raising an eyebrow at her double entendre. He nodded approvingly, both at the pun and the prospect of her restrained.

She pointed to the next item on the list. “Ball gag?” She cringed. “That’s not ever going to happen.”

“We’ll send it the way of the cane.”

She nodded vigorously, then dropped her voice to a confessional whisper. “But I might be open to a riding crop. I’m not sure, but I’d like to try.”

The situation in his jeans was getting tight. “I’d like to use a crop on you,” he said in a low and dirty voice. She gazed back at him, the look in her eyes saying she was willing.

“Hair pulling, biting, scratching. I’m pretty sure I’d like all those,” she said, miming checking them off the list.

“Always good to test them out to be safe though. What about handcuffs?”

“Only if you wear a cop uniform.”

He groaned appreciatively, then tapped the list. “Which gives me the answer to the next one. Role-playing. That’s a yes.”

“Definitely.” She gestured to the next item, and made a pout. “Orgasm denial? I don’t think I’d like that.”

“Oh, but I bet I could make you love it.”

She narrowed her eyes, then spoke in a sultry, suggestive tone. “But Nate, I love coming.”

Heat ran rampant in his body, like wildfire. This woman was going to be his undoing. She was flirty and dirty, and eager to give him the reins to her body. He was a lucky son-of-a-bitch.

“I don’t know what man would not want you to be direct. Because when you say things like that—direct and insanely sexy things—it just makes me want to make sure you come over and over,” he said.

She drew a quick breath, pushed her hair off her shoulders and mouthed thank you.

“Now, onto blindfolds,” she said, returning to her workman-like attack of the list. “I think I can handle a blindfold. We sell them, you know.”

“Good. Why don’t you see if you can get the CEO discount? How about candles?” he asked, reading off another kinky option.