Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

herself to ask a simple question. Asking would involve

emotions, and Giana didn’t know how to talk about those.

“In case you didn’t realize, I’ve more than joined you. Or do

I need to make my presence known in other ways?”

Coralyn had already been tied up to a guest bed.

Handcuffed. She’d been strapped and belted and spanked.

She’d discovered how exciting a myriad of toys could be.

She’d enjoyed Giana’s mouth on a regular basis, her tongue

lashing her to orgasm. She’d come on Giana’s fingers. There

wasn’t an inch of her body that hadn’t been explored or left

untouched.

“I don’t know,” Coralyn squeaked. She sounded like she

might like the idea. “I don’t have to boss you around or

anything. You don’t have to submit to me. I want it to be

between equals.”

“You’re too sweet and innocent for the things I like.” It

wasn’t going to happen. It just wasn’t.

Coralyn stared back, her expression hard and determined

and utterly adorable. “Really? I don’t think so.” She had no

idea, but it was easy for her to be brave. Or maybe it was hard,

and she was just good at pretending that it wasn’t. “Does that

mean you’re considering it? I would rather it was spontaneous

and hot but talking it out probably makes sense. Spontaneous

is probably overrated. You need to see it coming so that you

don’t fly away.”

“I’m not a bird.” She expected the irritation to creep up, the

feeling of writhing in her own skin, but the discomfort and

panic didn’t come. She just found a soft, eager, comfortable

anticipation.

“In another life,” Coralyn said, distracting Giana by