Page 78 of Making Over Maris

Jack grinned. “Yep.”

“Yeah. I suppose that would kill the mood.”

“Unless we were doing some kind of Doctor Who role-playing…” It was only a suggestion. She didn’t need to snort like that.

“Yeah. Right. Not going to happen.”

“Gosh, Sara. And here I thought you were open-minded.”

She chuckled. “Not about Doctor Who sex.”

“Okay. Fine. No Doctor Who sex.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, though he really wanted to. He loved bantering with her and that they were bantering about sex games was even more intriguing. “But we should totally think about a Morlock theme. You know. Sometime in the future.”

He loved—loved—that she nodded, even though it was a yeah, right kind of nod. Because it meant she was thinking about the future. Their future.

He closed up his laptop and stood. “Are you coming home with me?”

She stood as well. “No.” He frowned but then she continued, “I’ll be over later. Have dinner ready at seven. On. The. Dot. I like scallops and asparagus. Maybe some Béarnaise.”

He gaped at her. “I don’t know how to make Béarnaise.”

Her grin widened. “Excellent. This is going to be fun. You better get going. You have a lot of work to do before I get there.” She went up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “Dinner had better be perfect.”

His cock surged at the prospect of a perfect dinner, or an imperfect dinner and what might follow.

God help him.

He hoped he could survive this night.

Sara was nervous driving over to Jack’s place, partly because of the game she had planned—a scene very much like this had gone quite wrong with Todd. But also because she was worried about getting pulled over. Not that she was a crazy driver, but because she was wearing nothing but a latex catsuit and lethal heels under her trench coat.

Getting pulled over could be…awkward.

She gusted a sigh of relief as she pulled into Jack’s driveway and sent up a prayer.

If this worked out it could be phenomenal.

If it didn’t—it was the end.

The end for her and Jack and the end of any sexual experimentation whatsoever for her. She would be vanilla forevermore.

The thought depressed the hell out of her.

So she took a minute before heading up the long walk to his door. To breathe.

But apparently he’d heard her pull up. His door opened and he came out onto the porch. Waved.

Hookay. It was time.

Now or never.

She collected her purse and the bag of stuff she’d brought and got out of the car.

“Hey, there. I was wondering when you’d get here.” It was cute the way he smiled like an impatient little boy. Also cute, the way he kissed her at the door before ushering her in and…

“Oh, my.” His house smelled fantastic.

“I made Chocolate Death Cake.”