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Yep.

He was an interesting one, though.

Juice seemed to have recharged his curious brain because he stopped flirting like a switch had been flicked and sat up straight, looking between us. “What do BDSM partners do?”

Huh?

Dean looked just as confused as I felt, but luckily for both of us, Joel kept going. “I know what dates do together. They have dinner and stare at each other until someone gives in and talks about themselves. I know what married people do. They have sex and play board games when they’re not running errands.”

His family was so weird.

“But what do BDSM partners do?” Still glancing between us, he frowned. “Do they just have sex and do scenes or do they do the whole stare and eat thing too?”

What the fuck had he been doing on dates?

Chapter 12

Joel

The way their heads cocked and they frowned said they didn’t know what BDSM partners did either.

Well, we could make it up then because I hadn’t seen the answer online anywhere.

“How about we just keep treating it like we’re friends but we do naked things too?” That seemed like the simplest answer, but judging by the way they were staring at me, I wasn’t sure it was going to be that easy.

“Um, I think we can mix and match?” Dean was taking a minute to figure it out but he was more helpful than Tate who just looked confused. “I think the having sex part means that we can do the board games too.”

“That’s great.” It would give us so much more to do. “And thank you for letting me know I’m board game important to you.”

“Wait. Go back.” Tate was still frowning but at least he’d found a response. “Only married people do board games? Is that why you wouldn’t do drunk board game night at the frat?”

Candyland was not more fun drunk no matter what they said.

“Of course.” They were all naughty. “That’s so personal. Why would you want to do it with someone you’re not married to? Or at the very least very special to.”

They just blinked at me.

“You’ll put on your list that you want one of us to lick your ass but you think playing Chutes and Ladders drunk is intimate? That’s what you meant by personal, right?” Dean was doing a great job asking questions but they were confusing.

“Yes, I would like someone to lick my bottom. That’s got great reviews online, but don’t worry, I’ll lick too. I’m not selfish and I don’t see that as a top versus bottom thing.” Some of those debates got weird, but I didn’t think it made a difference who was the licker and who was the lickee.

“Someone reviewed that online? Wait. Don’t answer that.” Dean seemed easily distracted but I wasn’t going to hold that against him because we’d had a busy twenty-four hours.

And we were talking about licking so that was distracting too.

“I think I’m going to need to make a list of questions I need to ask you.” Tate shook his head like he was clearing water from his ears. “That explains a few things, though, so thank you for making sure we understood why that was a limit for you before.”

“I had limits.” I was amazing. “I didn’t realize that was a limit.”

Hmm.

“Should that go on a list? I don’t know where to put the limits once I find them.” The internet said I’d find them and it’d been right.

“Um, we’ll…we’ll make a list or put them in a notebook?” Dean frowned and looked around. “Should they go on the fridge until we remember them all?”

“I’m not going to forget that one.” Tate’s tone said he was very serious about that, so I gave him a kiss.

“Thank you.” It was nice that they knew how important my needs were.

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