Page 42 of Gin & Sin

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“I prefer my contacts.” He huffs, shifting his weight so his hip is leaning against the counter. “Kind of. I sort of don’t like sticking a foreign object in my eye every day, but the glasses irritate me too. I get overstimulated sometimes and the feeling of something on my face is too much.”

I nod, walking slowly toward him. The kitchen isn’t big at all, and based on Lowen’s constant design chatter, I’d say it’s a little dated, but it’s cozy and I like it.

“Well, you look good both ways.”

“Thanks, Kit. I’m making coffee. Obviously. I’m sort of useless until I get that first hit.”

“Same.” I lean on the tiny island opposite him.

He’s close enough that I can touch him, so I do, sliding my hand up and down his bare side. He’s bare assed, his soft cock hanging temptingly between his legs, his delicious flesh on full, tantalizing display.

“Actually, you’re pretty fucking hot in the morning.”

He scoffs, but ends up laughing. “Gotta keep up with you.”

“You definitely do. How was last night for you?”

He stretches a little, lengthening his torso as he twists his neck back and forth. “Can’t complain about a hot guy climbing into my bed and getting me off in the middle of the night.” His eyes soften. “Thank you. Yesterday was a revelation.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

He nods.

“Which parts? Be specific.”

I notice the way his breath hitches slightly and he sways just a bit. “I was actually thinking about that as I waited for the coffee. What specific piece of it did it for me. I think it was the anticipation of what you would do. The curiosity of it. Maybe even…” He pauses, biting his bottom lip for a second. “The obedience.”

“You liked being told what to do? Or did you like being told you were mine?”

“Both.” Stewart’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “It was really hot.”

“I feel like you have more to say.”

He nods, glancing down for a second before meeting my gaze. “There’s a lot of stuff in my head, you know? All the times I’ve imagined what being with a guy would feel like, it wasn’t anything like this. Giving myself to it completely is…” He exhales slowly, scratching his chin. “I guess liberating is the best word I can think of. There’s this expectation between men and women. Sure, there’s always exceptions, but it’s considered unusual for the man to be submissive to the woman. At least, in my generation. Maybe it happens more than I know and guys just aren’t talking about it, but what we see on TV and movies is the man is the one in charge.”

I nod, waiting quietly while Stewart pulls two mugs from the cabinet and fills them.

“Cream or sugar?”

“Black is okay.”

He smiles, handing me a mug and gesturing toward the small breakfast nook. He cradles his mug, inhaling and blowing on the hot liquid before continuing.

“There’s something about letting go of all that.” His voice is soft and even kind of distant as he speaks. “It’s like shedding a skin that never quite fit anyway. I can’t tell you how good it feels just toexperiencethings with you. There’s a me inside I neverknew. That guy wants to do whatever you tell me because I know it’ll pay off in a big way.”

My cock stirs slightly, but more importantly, I feel for him. He’s experiencing a whole new side of himself and it’s gotta be both exhilarating and uncomfortable.

“It means a lot that I get to be part of it. You’re an incredibly sexy man, and you’re sweet too.”

He fights back a smile as he takes a sip of coffee. After a moment, he sets his mug down, his expression turning serious. “Did you mean what you said about needing me? You said you were bored.”

“I meant it. I don’t think I’ve been secretive about how I generally conduct my dating life. I’m not a relationship kind of guy. Typically, the kind of men I choose are not keepers. There’s nothing there but a physical attraction, you know?”

Stewart nods, cupping his mug.

“But I’m forty fucking years old and it’s getting boring. Before you, I hadn’t hooked up in a while because I was burned out. I thought the bar was going to be a steady stream of ass, and I was right, but it turns out I was growing tired of it. Then you walked in.”

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