Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno
Sex?
So, I said the only word that sounded less intimidating and more romantic, I think.
"I want you to make love to me."
His face gave nothing away as I watched him with anticipation, with need.
"There's no such thing as making love, Angel," his voice was gravelly low, deep.
Angel... that word relaxed my nerves.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
The corner of his lip tugged upwards. "You have no idea what you're asking for."
I stepped closer to him, my breast brushed against his suit, "How would I know if you don't tell me anything? I want to explore my sexuality. What if I am gay?"