Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) by Ann Mayburn Page A

Well, wait, I do know one thing, I don’t want them to fuck you. But oral, fingers, that kind of stuff, I think it might be hot.”
    “Ryan, are you sure about this? You don’t strike me as the sharing type.”
    “I’m not, but if I’m there, watching you…it makes me hard. Really fucking hard.”
    “What if I want you to play with someone else?”
    “I’d be on board for having a third, but I don’t want to do anything without you involved.” He laughed. “This is kind of surreal.”
    “How so?”
    “This conversation. I’ve never been comfortable enough to talk with anyone like this, at least not anyone I’ve cared about like I care for you.”
    Her silly heart fluttered and she tried to keep the smile out of her voice. “You care about me?”
    “Emma,” he said in a soft, scolding tone, “you know I worship you.”
    She couldn’t think of what to say to that other than she worshiped him back, but there was no way she was letting him know he had that much control over her, at least not yet, not until she could see if he could back up his words with his actions. He was talking the talk right now, but she wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell her what he thought she wanted to hear or if he really meant it. What he was saying sounded too good to be true, and she had a hard time believing he was suddenly cool with sharing her.
    She stood up and began to pace, the nervous energy filling her and needing an outlet. “What if we get there and I don’t want to do anything other than watch?”
    Ryan sighed. “What if I get there and I don’t want to do anything other than watch? I trust you not to push me into doing something you know would hurt me, and not in a good way. I hope you can trust me to do the same.” His voice lowered, moving over her body like a caress, becoming so seductive her pussy clenched in need. “Emma, this is all about your pleasure. I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve denied yourself for fear of what others will think about you. I won’t judge you for your desires. Give me your most wicked fantasies and I’ll do everything in my power to make them reality, as long as we enjoy them together. That’s the only thing that matters to me, experiencing them with you.”
    It was official, Ryan was the sexiest man on earth.
    After swallowing hard a few times she found her voice and the courage to open herself up the tiniest bit to him, to trust him with her real self. “Look, Ryan, I’m going to level with you. I’m afraid that if you see me with someone else you aren’t going to like it, but you’ll hide it from me in some misplaced attempt to be what you think I want. If you do that you will doom any chance at a relationship with me. I can’t stand dishonesty, and lying about something turning you on when you actually hate it isn’t going to work. So please, promise me you’ll be honest.”
    He made a frustrated noise. “Emma, I am being honest. Seeing you put someone through their paces, knowing you’ll come to me after to find your satisfaction, makes me hard as a fucking steel bar.”
    “But you don’t know for sure, Ryan. All you have is your fantasies. You’ve never actually had to watch me touch anyone.”
    He was silent for a long time and she stared out her window, watching the traffic move along the street. “You’re right, I don’t know for sure, but we’ll never know if we don’t try. Hell, the only thing I need to be happy is you. Everything else is just superfluous bullshit. You are what matters to me, Emma, you and your happiness. That was true in high school and it’s true now. You have no idea how special you are to me. Just give me a chance to prove it, take me to the party with you as your submissive, and I promise you I’ll be totally honest if you promise me the same.”
    She closed her eyes and tried to keep her throat from closing up with unshed tears. “Okay.”
    “I do have one request.”
    “What’s