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“I’m sorry. This is my favorite part of the meal. We should have ordered two if you wanted more than a few bites.”
“After dessert? Do you want to come back to my place? I’m not ready for the night to end. But I understand if you think we need more time to, well, work through some kinks.”
Kylie laughed, covering her mouth, which was full of tiramisu. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more appropriate use of the phrase. But yes, Luc, I’m not ready for the night to end either.”
When he returned with the bill, I handed the waiter my credit card and passed him my valet slip.
“You drove?” Kylie asked.
“I did. But that was with the intention that I planned to drive you home. I don’t usually like to drive in the city unless I know there’s a parking lot or valet.”
CHAPTER 11
KYLIE
Luc placed his hand on my hip, his thumb stroked as he guided me toward the restaurant exit. His hand burned where it landed, reigniting the fire he had lit when he sent me into the bathroom to remove my panties.
I wanted him to handle me, to be handled by him. As we talked, I realized just how much I wanted to be with him.
Yeah, this was much different from the last date I had gone on, where I had purposely consumed more wine than necessary with the hopes that it would lower my inhibitions enough to make the sex good. I doubted that Luc would have believed my faked enthusiasm or supported my ‘fake it till you make it’ mentality.
I leaned in, standing chest high. I estimated his height to be over six feet, at least six feet three inches. I liked it—no, I loved it—both the size difference and his confidence, which I had initially attributed to our age difference. Some men might have come off as cocky, but not Luc.
His words, “I need control,” replayed in my head, causing me to stumble as I squeezed my thighs together.
“What are you thinking about, baby girl?” Luc whispered in my ear, his stubble tickling the skin.
I leaned into him, a sharp intake of breath as I felt my entire body come alive.
“I’m replaying the part of the date where you told me you needed control.”
“Do you have a safe word, Kylie?” He asked, eyes boring into me.
“Red,” I whispered.
“No pain?”
I nodded, “And no humiliation.”
His vehicle pulled up in front of the restaurant, and he walked me around to the passenger side of the black Audi S7. I got into the car and watched him walk around the front, placing a tip in the attendant’s hand before sliding into his seat easily.
“Your next few answers will determine whether we need to stop on the way home or not. I’m clean. Have you been tested recently?”
“Yes, I’m clean too.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No, I don’t like hormonal birth control, and the IUD process scares me.”
“Okay, I need to stop for condoms then,” he said.
“I have some,” I answered.
His eyes were on the road as he merged into traffic.
“What kind?”
“The normal kind? Latex?”
