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I exhaled a long breath—relief. "Thanks, guys."

Ethan tugged on my arm. "I'm going to get us some beer and truffle fries." He surveyed my group of friends. Men I would've hated to lose. "Another round for you gentlemen?"

"Cheers," Avery replied, answering for all of them.

I watched Ethan cruise across the floor to the food counter. His ass was like a sublime work of art. I must have been on the verge of drooling because Avery shoved me in the shoulder.

"God, you've got it bad," he teased.

"Can't take my eyes off him," I admitted. "Never imagined a man that gorgeous would someday love me. Every day waking up with him is like a new miracle."

"Ugh," Lance grunted. "Can we not talk about your bed."

"Daniel is allowed to have a sex life," Avery said. "You've never argued about it before."

"But that's different … Daniel is with a guy."

"I don't care," Carl said. "If anything, I'm curious."

I laughed. "I'm not going to talk about my sex life."

"But there's so much to talk about." Ethan wrapped his arm around my waist and tipped his head against my shoulder. "My man knows how to keep me satisfied."

Lance almost choked.

Carl was quiet.

Avery burst out laughing.

Me—I was getting used to Ethan's inability to be shy about things.

"There's a server bringing everything over," Ethan said, patted my ass, and went to sit beside Lance. He'd win him over. Ethan was one of those people who everyone came to like.

I was right. In between frames, Ethan had Lance chatting with him. By the time we finished the last game, Ethan had put them all in stiches many times.

I put my arm around Ethan's neck, hauling him along, and kissed his head as we made our way out the door to the car. I stored my bowling ball and shoes in the backseat.

We sat in the car in the near darkness of the parking lot peering at each other.

"I'm proud of you."

Ethan moved his hand to my thigh. "Was I a good boy?"

A ripple of desire shot straight up my spine. "So good." Ethan wanted to play. "Do you want Daddy to show you how good you were by winning over his friends?"

Ethan whimpered. "Yes, Daddy … show me."

"You'll need to take off your shorts."

I checked the parking lot as Ethan scrambled to pull his shorts off his ass to expose the black silk manties I had chosen for him to wear tonight. There were a few people making their way to their cars, but no one close by. Still, I now knew the risk excited us both.

We would be adding risk to our list of games.

Ethan pushed his shorts onto the floor of the car and stroked his cock a few times through the silk while keeping his gaze fixed on mine. I leaned toward him, cupped his face, thrilling in the feel of his stubble against my palm, and kissed him. He let me control the speed and depth.

I nudged his hand away from his cock and took over, caressing it through the material until he was hard and the silk straining. I allowed our lips to part. "Such a good boy."

Ethan whimpered and ran his hand into my hair, clutching me. He lifted his ass as I worked his manties off his hips, exposing his weeping dick to anyone who might walk by.

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