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The drinks arrived, then the food. We didn't stay on the topic that had made the entire table uncomfortable. Instead, we were soon amid the talents of one Charlotte Dubois. A fabulous and beautiful drag queen. I hadn't expected the show to be so energetic. Talking a blue streak until we were crying with laughter, dancing like a queen possessed, and lip-syncing to raucous tunes. Doing leaps in the air ending in splits on the floor. And performing something called a death drop.

Two more performers joined the show as well. Just as talented and amusing. Overall, it was a fantastic experience, and I was glad Ethan had suggested it. We lingered outside after the show.

Ethan linked his hand with mine.

"I need to get back to work," he said to the group.

"I have some paperwork to catch up on," said Owen as he moved to hug Ethan. I released Ethan's hand so he could give his best friend a proper hug. Owen kissed him on the cheek and whispered something to Ethan that made Ethan smile and hug Owen tighter.

"I'm going back in to snag Charlotte," Liam said to me. "It was great meeting you … finally. Ever since you two met over half a year back, Ethan has been going on about you."

My eyebrows rose. "Really?"

"From the first day he sat down with you at the coffee shop."

Ethan swatted Liam's arm. "Stop telling Daniel my secrets."

A bit numb, I wandered through the hugs with both Owen and Liam. Registering that them wanting to embrace me meant I'd passed the first round of tests but being distracted by the fact that Ethan had been telling his friends about me for longer than I'd imagined.

We walked hand in hand to the parking garage.

"Hey, I have a question," Ethan said as we slipped into my car.

"Anything." And I meant it. Aside from my history with my parents, the man could ask me anything and I would expose every recess of my being to answer him honestly. "What do you need to know?"

He chewed on his bottom lip as he studied me. I had no idea what he was looking for. "Would you go to Noah and Brody's wedding with me as my plus one?" He took a deep breath. He had more to say. He smoothed his hand onto my thigh. "It's over two months away and we haven't been going out that long. I'd understand if you feel uncomfortable committing, but I was hoping—"

"Yes." I stroked his cheek. "The answer is yes. I'll be your plus one."

Two months away. Ethan was making plans for two months away with me. The comfort that brought me made me feel giddy. I felt more like his boyfriend than I had done yet.

We were really doing this.

Ethan smiled at me. "Suddenly, I don't feel like going back to work."

"Mm." I ran my hand between his thighs. "What were you thinking?"

"Can we go back to your place?"

"I'm nearly deaf." I caressed his thickening dick. "You'll need to be loud so I can hear you."

Ethan laughed. "Are you planning on making me scream, Mr. Gregory?"

"Hard and long until your throat is sore." I squeezed his thigh and started the car.

"You make me purr like a kitten," Ethan said against my cheek and whispered a kiss onto it. He cupped my hard cock with his hand. "I like to drag my nails down your back as you fuck me."

I grinned. "Consider me your very own sexual scratching post."

Ethan licked my earlobe and pulled on it with his teeth. "I'm going to cum so hard for you."

A shiver of intense lust started deep in my groin and ended in my fingertips as I clutched the steering wheel and tried not to get so distracted that I forgot the way home.

We arrived safely, Ethan practically sitting in my lap, the front of my shirt open, my nipples as hard as pellets; my chest covered in goosebumps, and the button of my shorts popped.

Ethan had withdrawn my cock in the car, stroking it.

Seriously. I'd nearly crashed.

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