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“I won’t lie. You have told me no, yet you continue to make me feel like you might want more. I understand my sport of choice has bad memories for you, but I’m not them. I want to do the complete opposite of what they’ve done. And I want to protect you too. If you really give me the chance to prove it, you’d realize how honest I’m being.”

His gaze moves over me like a soft touch. I feel like he’s looking for some sort of sign I’m lying. Like maybe he thinks this is a trick.

Except it’s not.

This is me opening myself up and telling him how much I truly want him. That what we have could be life changing if he’ll work past the fear with me.

Rodney takes a deep breath, then nods once. “Ok, then. Let’s give it all a try. I’ll do my best to remain calm, and you’ll show me how wrong my thoughts have been. Deal?”

I smile widely. “Deal.”

“In the spirit of honesty, I have to tell you something else.”

Bracing for the worst, I wave my hand for him to keep going.

“You mentioned there was a Bears game tonight. And since my brother is famous and friends with some of the players, I thought maybe we could go. I texted him when we first arrived, and he made it happen. We don’t have to. Only if you want!”

This time, I’m the one with the wide jaw as shock tears through me. “You got us into the game?”

His smile is shy.

“I did. And he said we could go to the back after if we want. He got us passes.”

Groaning, I drop my head to the table. Rodney giggles, his finger tapping the back like he’s trying to check if I’m alive.

“Was it a bad idea? Should I have asked first?”

With lightning-fast movement, I whip my head up. “No! You didn’t have to ask. I’m just trying to figure out how to stop myself from coming over there and showing you my appreciation for such a thoughtful gift right now.”

His eyes heat. “Appreciation?”

“Yeah. I’d like to kiss you. Then I’d put you in my lap to keep you close all night.”

I watch as his throat bobs, like he’s swallowing down the desire.

I know the feeling, little genius.

“Can we do that later? Maybe after the game?”

“Yes, we can. You tell me when, and I’m yours.”

I’ve never uttered truer words.

CHAPTER13

Rodney

It’s been years since I’ve been to a hockey game. Admittedly, the last time I was in an arena, it was because I had a crush on a guy and wanted to show my support while we were secretly texting.

The memory comes back to life as soon as the cool air hits me. I shiver as I think about the person I used to be. About the young guy who wanted to feel loved so much he accepted attention from the worst type of people.

Then I look to my right and smile. Because I really feel like I’ve finally broken my streak of bad guys.

Andry is on a completely different level. He’s attentive and kind, thoughtful in ways I don’t even think he realizes. Everything he does makes me feel like I have his complete attention.

I’m still hopeful about how the Daddy thing will turn out. Even if I find I don’t enjoy the power dynamic between us, I feel like having time with him will be worth it. That getting to know him, getting to explore with him, is worth it.

Some people click when it comes to kink lifestyles — or so I’ve read online. Others don’t mesh quite as well. I really hope we’re part of the former group.

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