Chapter 12 Teo #3
“Yeah. Helped me think and gave me something to focus on besides wanting to put a bullet in Orlando’s head.
Anyway, this is for you.” I produced the keys to her new property.
Effectively switching subjects. I didn’t want to think about the Moccasins today.
She was my only priority. “Now,” I smiled.
“If it pleases you all the same, I’d like to be your personal tour guide. ”
“A personal tour guide?” She tucked the keys into her purse, unable to hide her smile. “And what exactly does this tour include?”
“Whatever you want to see. The city offers endless possibilities.” I grabbed her hand, leading her back toward the door.
“This is your city now too. We’ll do it however you want.
See whatever you want to explore. Eat wherever you wanna eat.
It’s your world. I’m just living in it.” I winked, pulling her closer as we stepped out onto the busy sidewalk giving my driver a head nod.
I’d given them strict instructions to stay close but to keep out of sight.
The minute we strolled past our ride she said, “Wait, so we’re walking?”
I smirked.”Yes, Amore. Gotta give you the full New York experience. Come on.”
We walked... and kept walking. Down Fifth Avenue, past block after block.
Past the street hustlers with their clipboards and fake charities.
They took one look at me and moved on to easier targets.
We passed the Empire State Building rising up on our left, and the public library with all of its beautiful architecture.
I pointed out noteworthy spots along the way. The coffee shop on the corner that made espresso better than anything she’d find back home, the building where my grandfather used to have an office before he retired, and last but not least my actual office building for my legitimate logistic company.
She was taking it all in, asking questions, laughing at my jokes. Just being the woman I’d always known her to be. This was the side of her I’d been waiting to see. Relaxed, present, and not weighed down by our circumstances.
“Damn, so y’all really do walk everywhere.” She casually said as we crossed another intersection passing by a multitude of people — mostly locals, with a few tourists sprinkled in. “It looks like it does on TV.”
I chuckled. “It’s nothing like TV. Nothing ever is. But we do walk quite a bit. Sometimes it’s faster than sitting in traffic. Obviously, we still own cars and drive through the city. But today is about the experience if nothing else.”
We were halfway down the block when I noticed her stride slow down. “You good? You wanna take a break?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“Umm, no. I’m straight.”
Her head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on something in the distance.
I followed her line of sight, only to see her staring down inside a museum dedicated to all things sex.
She didn’t say anything. Just stood there for a second too long, lips parted like she might.
Even from across the street, the museum’s provocative nature was obvious. Her curiosity was clearly visible.
“Want to check it out?” I asked, unable to hide my amusement at catching her staring. Her head whipped over to me so fast. “What? No. I was just—it’s right there, I wasn’t—”
“You were staring.”
“I was reading the sign,” she all but screeched, but her face flushed. “I mean, the letters are huge. Hard not to notice,” she added, trying to brush it off with a nonchalant shrug and I laughed.
“It’s okay to be curious, Amore.” I grabbed her hand, already heading toward the crosswalk. “Come on.”
“Teo, we are not—”
“Why not? You’re curious. I’m curious. Let’s go.”
“It’s a sex museum.”
“I know what it is.” I laughed. “It’s been here for over twenty years. It’s a staple.”
She looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I was already tugging her toward the entrance. “Come on. When’s the last time you did something super random?”
“Besides marrying you? This is—”
“Educational,” I offered with a grin as I pulled open the door.
“And marrying me wasn’t random at all. That was a foregone conclusion.
” I pulled her into a passionate kiss, that was sure to make her dizzy.
When I let her go she stared at me with exasperation, lust, and amusement.
All three emotions were fighting for dominance.
“You are impossible. You know that,” she asked, rolling her eyes but still following me inside.
I saw the exact moment she realized it wasn’t at all what she’d imagined.
The space was more sophisticated than she probably expected. It was clean, modern, and well-lit. Not seedy or uncomfortable like she likely expected. The exhibits were in fact educational, and were mixed with art installations, historical pieces exploring sexuality across cultures and time periods.
“Okay,” she admitted quietly, looking around. “This is actually kind of interesting.”
“Told you.” I kept her hand in mine as we moved through the first section filled with ancient artifacts, historical practices, the evolution of intimacy.
She asked questions, her inquisitiveness raised by each new exhibit.
She’d laughed at some of the absurd Victorian beliefs, but was also completely baffled by others.
“They really thought cornflakes would prevent people from wanting to have sex.” She giggled. “I’d eat a bowl of cereal and still be begging my man to bend me over. That shit would stop nothing.”
My steps slowed and my grip on her hand tightened involuntarily.
She kept walking like she hadn’t just said some shit that made my dick jump.
Long forgotten was the exhibit explaining how Victorians believed bland foods like cornflakes and graham crackers were specifically invented to suppress sexual desire.
How they believed flavorful foods led to stimulating thoughts, and boring meals kept people, especially women, from thinking about sex at all.
Clearly, that theory was bullshit. At least where Yanna was concerned as she so boldly proclaimed.
When she realized we were no longer moving she turned to me with warm eyes. “What’s wrong? Did we miss an exhibit?” Her gaze moved past me to the next display, but there was nothing we hadn’t already seen.
“You realize you can’t say shit like that to me? Restraint isn’t my strong suit.”
Her eyes snapped back to me, and I watched the exact moment it clicked. Her lips parted slightly, realization dawning on her face.
“And for the record... you’d never have to beg me. I’d give it to you willingly.” My hand cupped the back of her neck before I placed a kiss on her lips. It was quick, but full of intent. “Come on.”
The deeper we explored, the more aware of each other we became.
Every exhibit circled back to us. It allowed both of us to discover what we wanted sexually from one another without the pressure of outside forces.
I learned that she was bold and forward despite her initial hesitation about coming in here.
She learned that I was all about pleasing my partner.
I would take charge but I also experienced incredible satisfaction from knowing her desires were met.
That was further proven when we hit the interactive section.
“Super Funland,” Yanna read the sign, eyes lighting up. “Okay, so this looks fun!”
The space opened up into bright colors, playful installations, and interactive games.
It looked like a carnival with kissing booths, fortune telling, and even a tunnel of love exhibit.
Over the next hour, we explored all four floors of fascinating activities.
We laughed and teased each other, fully immersing ourselves in the experience.
By the time we made it to the kissing booth we were both loose, relaxed, completely in sync.
“Lucky Lips,” she read the sign, grinning. “It judges your kissing technique and chemistry. You confident in your skills?” She wiggled her eyebrows and I chuckled.
“The question is, are you?” I stepped up to the booth, pulling her with me.
The instructions were simple — kiss your partner and the sensors would measure passion, technique, and chemistry.
A score would appear at the end and we’d see just how well we matched.
While I didn’t need a machine to tell me something I already knew, I also wasn’t opposed to seeing the results or kissing the woman who intrigued me for so many years.
“Don’t hold back.” I told her, cupping her face as the timer began.
Then I pulled her into a kiss that erased everything and everyone around us.
There was no museum, games, or people. It was only us with her hands lying flat on the artistic lip exhibit, and our tongues sweeping against one another, claiming, and exploring.
For the first time, since she’d learned about our arrangement she let go. Matched my intensity, and gave just as much as she got.
When the timer buzzed, we broke apart, breathless.
I was so consumed by her that the score didn’t matter.
The flashing numbers on the screen were a blur, barely registering in my mind.
All that mattered was the look in her eyes, the way her breath mingled with mine as we stood there, caught in our own world.
“Well,” she whispered. “That was—”
“Not enough.” I grinned, my thumb brushing along her jawline. Her pulse was racing. “We should go. Got plenty more to see today and maybe we can grab dinner on the way home.”
“Yes,” she said quietly, then cleared her throat. “Yeah, I'd like that.”