Junior's heart was pounding as he stared into Helen's eyes, her question hanging in the air like a slow-burning fuse. "Something else? Like what?" His voice was low, curious, and laced with anticipation.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing even deeper than before. "I… read about some things," she admitted, her fingers nervously tracing circles on his chest. "And I might've… practiced a little. On myself."
His breath hitched, the heat in his veins flaring at her words. "Helen," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Are you saying…?"
She nodded, her gaze locking onto his. "If you'll let me." Her voice trembled, but there was a spark of something daring in her eyes now, something that made his stomach tighten.
"Let you?" Junior repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Helen, you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you're thinking—yes."
