9
MADELINE
Rain slashed at the windows. Had it been the dead of winter, we would have had over a foot of snow by dinner. As it was, dreary darkness clung to the summer sky, and the power went out a few minutes before eight when our hookup for the night was set to arrive.
Hudson had found someone on Missing Link interested in the same thing as him—a bit of fun on a Friday night. Although my hormones weren’t sold on having someone else’s d**k, hands, or mouth on me, excitement still stirred my blood.
Barefoot and clad only in my blue satin robe, I lit candles in the living room and bedroom since Hudson said it was too late to cancel. The flickering light would lend a more romantic feel, and I hoped the atmosphere might encourage more arousal once our date for the night arrived.
Fingers
