<span style="font-family:Righteous">It was hard to keep from smiling when she offered to bite if he wanted her to because although it was an amusing thought he was sure everyone considered, Ian had never actually expected to hear a woman say that at all. Now he was hearing it with his own ears and he had to curl his lips in delight. He had followed her to the private room and it was just as he heard it would be. It had been a coworker who had told him about this place, after all, and they had said that it had private bedrooms with added perks. There were toys hanging from the walls and it was obvious that there was more than one way that anyone could use the room. Ian could only begin to imagine all the things that likely happened here and he didn’t want much to do with many of those thoughts. <br/>
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Ian was there with a heavy heart, after all. He was a man of twenty-three and he’d gone through three relationships now, all of which were with women he thought he would marry, and all of whom had left him before he had the chance. He was a man who “loved too easy.” That was what everyone said, anyway. The problem was that Ian actually enjoyed being in love and therefore he allowed himself to fall quite quickly. It was his coworker who had suggested that perhaps having a little sex on the side would help him take his time whenever he met another woman. Perhaps it was the rush that scared them away. <br/>
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When they walked in, Ian took a deep breath for himself and then he closed the door behind him before following her to the bed. He let her take his hand and he savored her touches as she traced his palm. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“I am new here, and no, you don’t have to bite,”</b></span> he finally answered. <br/>
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Briefly, he imagined what he would’ve been doing with the woman he’d recently lost if they were in this situation. That would help him know where to begin with Fynn. He knew then that he would ease into this whole thing quite well, actually and he stood himself back up and looked her in the eyes. His hand cradled her chin to make sure she didn’t look away. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“Fynn,”</b></span> he began, using her name, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“tonight I want you to treat me as though I am your lover and I will treat you as though you are mine. No stories. No nonsense. No playing around. I want it to be as though I am the man you are meant to spend the rest of your life with.”</b></span> Ian made it sound a lot easier than it probably would be for her, but for him, it wouldn’t be hard at all. He’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with plenty of women; they just never got that far. <br/>
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Without giving her much further of a chance to consider the implications of what he was asking, Ian’s hand found the center of her chest and he gently pushed her back so that she was flat on the bed before he crawled over her and started kissing her lips. The way they felt… well, it was exactly like he had said it would be. He kissed her as though he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and his hands explored her body over her outfit as though he wanted to memorize it. <br/>
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If they truly had the rest of their lives together, then there would be no need to rush any part of it at all.</span>