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I wasn’t sure where the need for more came from though. It wasn’t like Brady and I were officially dating or anything. Even though this was our first date, I hoped it was the first of many.

Only time would tell but I looked forward to this journey.

And I hoped that he would be willing to take this ride with me.

NINE

Brady

I could talk aboutCoffee Beans & Love for hours. I could actually talk about coffee in general. I didn’t start drinking it until my late teens when I would cram studying into a single night because I always forgot about tests and exams I had. It was a wonder how I actually graduated.

While I told Camden about the business I owned with three of my best friends, I had a moment and thought he would cut me off and change the subject to talk about himself instead. But he never did. He leaned his elbow on the table with his body turned toward me and gave me his full attention. I never had someone so focused on me and thethings I said.

“I feel like I’m talking too much about my bar and coffee.” I laughed, the sound nervous and shaky.

“Never.” Camden grinned, giving me a wink. “I like the sound of your voice, Brady, and I could actually listen to you talk for hours.”

My heart stuttered. “Really?”

Before he could say any more, the waiter came over and asked if we wanted anything else. Camden asked for the check when I shook my head. I did want something else, but it was something that only Cam could give me.

“Where did you want to go after this?” I asked him, remembering that he had mentioned going out for drinks and making a night of our date.

“Actually, I had every intention of us going to Coffee Beans & Love, but I wasn’t sure if that would end up being weird for you.”

“Really? You want to go there?”

“I do.” He gave me a sly grin. “I do have an ulterior motive though.”

“What? Do you want to rub it in Shane’s face that I’m out on a date with you?” I laughed, shaking my head but Cam didn’t laugh with me. “That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”

He shrugged, giving me a wink.

“Cam, you can’t do that. I have to work with him. It would make things weird with the other guys. It would just be…”

“What? What exactly would it be, Brady?”

“Weird.” It would be uncomfortable but what else could I say? I couldn’t tell him that the thought of him being possessive over me was hot as hell.

“You said it’s over between you and Shane,” Cam pointed out. “You’ve also talked up your business so much that I want to check it out. So it’s your fault.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine but if there are any issues, we’re leaving.”

“It’s a deal.” Cam paid the bill but we still had drinks to finish, so we sat there in silence. I realized then that my hand was still resting on his crotch. His cock jumped beneath my touch. It was as if it only just remembered my hand was there as well. When I went to pull away, Cam caught my wrist in a quick move. “Never stop touching me, Brady.” He placed my hand on the bulge in his pants. “This is yours. For however long you want it to be.”

My mouth went dry at the rough vibrato of his voice. My own dick stirred, blood pumping through every inch of it.

“This is when you say, ‘Yes, Sir.’” He winked.

A husky laugh left me. I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against the shell of his ear. “Yes, Sir,” I purred.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his dick pulsing beneath my touch. “I’ll make you pay for that, baby.”

“Good.” I leaned back but kept my hand where he had placed it. His thumb ran along the edge of my palm, holding my hand tight. “Thank you for dinner but I feel like I should at least pay half.”

“I asked you out. So it’s my treat.”

We finished the rest of our drinks and slid from the booth.

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