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It was already unusual for me to go on two back-to-back dates with the same guy. It was also out of character to have a sleepover,cuddle,send sweet texts, or daydream about someone when they weren’t around. And it was so far out of left field—out of the fucking ballpark—for me to feel this level ofconnectionwith someone I’d only just met.
Not just a connection…
Recognition.
“I wanted to let you say your piece,” I slowly replied, fighting to maintain a controlled facade while my heart tried to punch its way out of my chest.
My every instinct was screaming at me to end this before it got too serious. Before Butch started writing my name in his diary—hell, before I bought myowndiary—but I knew it was already too late. It made absolutely no sense, but I felt like I was in danger of finding myself ina relationship.
With anormie.
Willingly.
I’d say I’m the one who doesn’t know what he’s doing here.
Realizing Butch was anxiously waiting for me to say more, I reached across the table and grabbed his hand.
“I already told you, sweetheart,” I soothed, running a thumb over his knuckle. “I’m going to enjoy anything you do. That being said, I can be intense, so we need a safe word for you. Do you know what that is?”
He swallowed hard again, delicious color rising up his thick neck. “Um, yeah, I do,” he replied, chewing his bottom lip before meeting my gaze. “I've been, uh, researching…things… since you found me on Bangers.”
Good lord!
At the thought of Butch watching gay porn while poking around the BDSM dark web, my dick almost punched its way through the table and became the centerpiece.
“Very well,” I replied, marveling over how fucking delicious this man was. “What would you like your safe word to be?”
I expected more squirming and blushing, but Butch surprised me yet again by steadily meeting my gaze. “Orca.”
Be still my Ph.D.!
“Perfect.” I licked my lips as our entrees arrived, although my hunger wasn’t for my filet mignon with citrus caper herb sauce. “Now eat up. You’re gonna need your strength if you want to become anexpertwith me.”
CHAPTER12
BUTCH
After Xander listened to my confession over appetizers, there was nothing I wanted more than to jump into his car like an overexcited puppy and get on with the night.
But Ihadn’teaten much today—not since the breakfast sandwich he bought me—so I did my very best to clean my plate. The last thing I needed was to pass out from low blood sugar before things got good.
And I have a feeling they’re about to get really good….
“Are you ready to go?” Xander's kissable lips twisted as he noticed me bouncing in my seat while he signed the bill.
“Yes!” I replied, a bit too loud, thanks to both the champagne and my nerves. “I mean, if you are… if that’s okay…”
The hooded look he gave me relayed his approval. “I love how eager you are to please me, sweetheart,” he cooed, gracefully standing and tossing his napkin on the table with a flourish. “And you’ve been sogoodfor me all day, haven’t you?”
I stood so fast I almost knocked over my chair, only to realize the semi I was sporting was proof enough of how neglected I was.
Talk about behaving like a teenager!
Of course, Xander missed nothing, his amber eyes dropping to the evidence of my desire. “I bet that beautiful cock is simplyachingfor me, isn’t it?” he purred in my ear, steering me toward the exit—handling me rough enough that my dick ached some more.
Please don’t let me come in my pants…
The valet had the car waiting for us at the curb, making me wonder how much of an Ars and Invenio regular he was. It was a little excessive here for my taste, but the ambiance fit him perfectly, and his menu choices were exceptional.
