The smile I’d been fighting bloomed, covering my face as Araneae turned her regal jeans-covered little ass to me, and after making her demands, walked away, slamming the door in her wake.

My siren, my temptress, my sunshine—I wasn’t sure exactly what she was, other than mine. I’d known that when I had her, it would be better than any other sex of my life, and I’d been right about that. What I hadn’t expected as I watched her walk away was my uncertainty. I ...