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I definitely wouldn’t. He was tall, dark, and handsome and looked as if he could easily bend me over the desk in his office and fuck me hard. I was a big guy, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be in charge. I loved it when other guys told me what they wanted, and I loved it when they pounded me so hard I saw stars.

Unfortunately, guys like that were incredibly few and far between. Most men took one look at me and saw an alpha top who they could use to live out their Daddy fantasies. I’d been called Daddy by one too many eighteen-year-olds in the past year, so I’d stopped going to bars.

I was only twenty-seven for God’s sake!

All I wanted was a boyfriend who wouldn’t make me top all the time and was a decent human being. I didn’t think I was asking for much, but apparently, that was like trying to find an actual unicorn.

“I would,” Taylor said, and my thoughts skidded to a halt. “Say no that is. He’s not my type.”

Well, that was interesting.

“And, um, what is your type?” I swallowed hard. I’d always imagined Taylor would be like most of the twinky guys I’d met—firmly on the bottom end of things—but maybe I was wrong.

Holy fuck, please let me be wrong.

Taylor looked at me, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining the hungry look in his eyes. “Let’s just say, I don’t really go for the dominant type.” He smirked at me.

“Oh…” My mouth had gone dry, and my chest was tight. I had no idea if that meant what I thought it meant, but apparently I was tipsy enough to ask, because the next words out of my mouth were, “Aren’t you a bottom?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I couldn’t believe I’d asked that. That was so rude of me.

It wasn’t like we were dating or even hooking up.

Shit.

But Taylor just laughed, throwing his head back, the sparkling sound sending a hurricane of butterflies through me.

“Not really,” he said. “I mean, I’ll do it occasionally, but it’s not my personal preference.” I could feel my face heating, and I was pretty sure I was now the colour of a tomato. “I’d much prefer to have a strong, sexy man underneath me and at my mercy.”

“Fuck.” The word fell from my lips before I could stop it. This was so perfect and so dangerous. The man I had a crush on, who I’d deliberately locked my feelings away for, was the sort of man I desperately wanted.

I needed to get out of there before I did something monumentally stupid.

Thankfully, the episode had just finished, the credits scrolling across the screen, which gave me the perfect opportunity to escape.

“I’m, um, I’m gonna head to bed,” I said, practically falling over myself as I tried to climb off the sofa. “Yeah… this was really fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” Taylor’s voice was soft and silken, ringing in my ears as I stumbled down the corridor.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind me, I grabbed my phone, shrugging off my clothes and falling onto the bed.

thick boy in laceHey, are you still around?

mr. smithOf course gorgeous boy. What’s up?

thick boy in laceI’m kinda tipsy and really fucking horny

The alcohol and the anonymity had loosened my inhibitions, and all I knew was that I needed to come.

thick boy in laceWhat would you do to me?

mr. smithSo many things

mr. smithBut I think I’d start by sucking on those pretty nipples before I rim that tight little hole and get you all wet for me

“Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers tracing my nipples, pinching them hard and sending little sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. I slid my fingers across my stomach and past my cock, teasing my balls and rolling them in my hand. “Oh fuck.”

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