Page 36 of Play Book

Our first official date is almost definitely going to be our only date, but it’s been worth it. I can’t remember the last guy who rocked my world like Canyon has. I have regrets, of course, because it will be so hard to find a man who can get me off like he can, but I knew the risks going in. I just didn’t anticipate it would be so good.

“There’s a team fundraiser happening on the twenty-fourth,” he says in between bites of shrimp tempura and chicken fried rice. “It’s for the homeless shelter right by the arena. The team is working on a bunch of community outreach projects and that’s one of them. Would you want to go?”

He says it so mundanely, as if going to events together is the norm. Just like eating Thai food in my kitchen after rocking my world in bed. And the bathroom.

“I…” I’m not sure how to respond. Is he asking me out again?

I should ask.

I really should.

But I’m too afraid of what his answer might be, and I’m still a little punch-happy from all the orgasms.

“I need to check my calendar,” I say instead.

“It’s a few days after we get back from the trip,” he continues. “So just let me know.

He doesn’t miss a beat, eating and swallowing as he talks.

“Is it fancy?” I ask. “How am I supposed to dress?”

He freezes, as if he hadn’t considered that.

“Uh, I don’t know.” He makes a face. “I’ll ask Gabe. Or you can ask Harper. I know they’re going.”

“Okay.” I open the calendar on my phone.

I have a meeting that evening with the local shopkeepers, something we do quarterly to keep up with everything going on.

Shit.

I hate to cancel, but another evening with Canyon is way more fun than talking about running a group ad to bring in more customers this summer.

“I’d love to go,” I say, adding it to my calendar.

“Great.” He gives me a lazy once-over. “Eat up. I have something very special in mind for dessert.”

My insides turn to liquid fire and the space between my legs gets damp.

Is it normal to be this horny?

It’s probably because it’s been so long since I’ve had sex.

“What were you thinking just now?” he asks, putting down his fork and slowly wiping his mouth with the napkin.

I swallow.

Should I admit how much I want him?

He’s basically already said he wants to see me again.

I can’t think of a single reason to lie or pretend to be coy.

“That I’m a little confused by how easy it is for you to turn me on,” I say, putting down my fork as well.

Our eyes meet, and he shakes his head. “I thought I’d be ready to leave,” he says in a quiet voice that’s almost confused.

“One and done,” I agree as he approaches me, his eyes blazing with intensity.

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