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It was more open than I’d expected from Scott, so I didn’t let my own reservations stop me. “I agree.” I dropped my voice lower. “If we don’t have time in a scene of some sort, we’ll never see how it feels.”
Scott smiled. “And we’ll never see if it’s as hot as we think it will be.”
I barked out a laugh that had people at several tables looking at us. “Agreed.”
Before I could say anything else, Scott’s eyes widened and he smiled. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a warm breath across my ear. “May I sit down? It seems like you boys are ready for dessert.”
My cock knew who it was even if I hadn’t recognized the voice. I turned my head and grinned, gesturing to the chair beside me at the small square table. “Of course.” Then I looked at Scott, raising one eyebrow in question. “I think dessert sounds…delicious.”
Scott licked his lips and nodded. “Yes.”
Dare’s smile widened as he moved to sit down. The way his body arched had me wanting to run my hands over the lean muscles I knew were hiding under his pants and tightly fitting polo shirt. He looked business casual, like he could have come from any number of meetings, but all I could think about was watching him take off his clothes.
“How were your steaks?” Dare glanced back and forth at our nearly empty plates. “It looks like you enjoyed your dinner so far.”
“It was delicious. Did you want to order anything?” Scott glanced around to see if the waiter was nearby.
“No, but thanks.” Dare reached over and gave Scott’s hand a squeeze before letting it go. “I could be talked into dessert, though.”
What kind? Food or something else?
Scott must have been having similar thoughts because he blushed faintly, which only made Dare’s smile wider. He gave Scott a teasing leer. “I meant cake, but I have a feeling you’re thinking of something else.”
Scott reached out to take a sip of his coke before finally just shrugging. Dare chuckled and his hand disappeared under the table. He must have reached for Scott’s leg because Scott’s entire body relaxed and he leaned closer toward Dare, almost unconsciously.
“Yes.” Scott’s quiet word was more than I thought he’d say, but I still wasn’t sure how much more he wanted.
Dare didn’t seem fazed by it. He addressed us both as he asked, “Should I push you into exploringsomething else?”
I nodded, not embarrassed at all to flat-out admit I wanted more than just cake for dessert. Scott, on the other hand, was embarrassed but not enough to hide what he wanted completely. “Yes. That would be…helpful.”
Dare nearly leered at Scott’s choice of words. The heat just poured off of him. “I’m always happy to be helpful to my boys.”
And we both blushed that time.
Dare’s smile turned sweeter, even though the passion was still clear in his eyes. “You have no idea how sexy you are. Strong…dressed up in those incredible suits…You look like the sexiest bankers I’ve ever seen, but only I know what dirty things are under that dapper surface.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Was “thank you” a reasonable option? Probably not.
Again, Dare didn’t seem to mind we were awkward because he just kept going. “I know you both have work tomorrow, but I thought I could have dessert here with you and then go to your place to hang out for a while. Does that work?”
Scott always had work he could do, but we both nodded at the same time. Work could wait. I wanted to see where Dare would take things, and it looked like Scott had the same idea. Before we could find our words, because Scott seemed as lost in thought as I was, the waiter came back.
He was tall and thin and had a disapproving look to him even though there wasn’t anything we’d done to piss him off. I couldn’t even say it was because we were gay, because he’d been wearing the same look when he’d first introduced himself.
“Is there anything else I can bring you gentlemen?” Then he glanced at Dare. “Would you like a menu, sir?”
Dare shook his head. “No, thank you. But we will be having dessert.”
There wasn’t a dessert menu, but he listed off the specials for the evening. Dare and Scott ended up ordering a chocolate cake that seemed to have hot fudge in the middle, but I picked a simple cheesecake. As the waiter walked off to put the order in, Dare turned back to us.
I thought he’d bring the conversation back to something simpler, but he had other ideas. “So we need to talk about limits. Do you want to sit down with lists this weekend or does that seem too overwhelming?”
“The second one.” Scott answered right away.
I laughed. “Um, I agree.”
“Okay, so no lists, but we are going to have a talk. Preferences, what you want to explore, and pain tolerances.” Then Dare glanced at Scott with a grin. “Especially with you, handsome.”
