Page 55 of Breaking Free

“I think stalking is unwanted attention, and I don’t think that applies here.”

He smirks, clearing the table. “I guess you’re right.”

“Where do the guys think you went?” he asks, moving the tub full of dishes to a chair so he can wipe it off.

“Studying. Which isn’t really a lie.”

He snorts. “You’re studying me?”

“I want to memorize every part of you,” I admit quietly, wondering where this confidence came from.

Dominic’s head swivels, an eyebrow arched. “Interesting.” He finishes wiping down the table before turning to face me. “Maybe I’ll let you do that tonight, just so I can make sure you don’t become a liar.”

“Too late for that probably,” I say, picking up a fry.

“I wouldn’t say not coming out is lying. You’re not ready. If they’re your friends, they’ll understand that.”

I shrug. “So, you’ll come over?” I ask, my tone hopeful.

Dominic’s lips turn up on the ends, giving me a joyful smile. “Yeah, I will, but…” He pauses, looking me over. “I want you to do something for me first.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and swallow my food. “Like what?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom and send me a picture of your cock.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Right now?”

He nods, a small smile forming, his eyes daring me to do it. “Before I get off work.”

“You want me to get hard enough to take a decent picture, but you don’t want me to come?” I whisper.

“Oh, you better not come. That’s for me later.”

My dick twitches at the thought and I shift. “Um. Okay.”

“Good boy,” he says, his tongue dancing slowly across his bottom lip as his eyes drink me in.

He leaves before I can say anything else, so I try to get back to focusing on my food. He’s in and out of the back, walking around the room, and I can’t keep my eyes off of him. Another guy comes by, trying to take my plate, but Dominic approaches from the other side.

“I got it.”

The guy nods and heads to the back.

I stare up at him, envisioning all the things I want us to do—everything I want him to tell me to do.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Campbell?” he asks with a light laugh.

“Just some things.”

“Like what?”

I clear my throat. “Just anxious to get back home with you.”

“Yeah? Well, I won’t be going anywhere until a certain photo hits my phone.”

With a glance at my watch, I say, “I have some time.”

He smiles at me. “Okay.”

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