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“I loved it. All of it. It’s more than I’ve ever experienced, and it was perfect, but I want more. Does that make sense?” I don’t want him to think I wasn’t satisfied because I was, but there are a million other things I’d like to do too.

“That makes perfect sense. Stand up and show me your ass.”

I shiver. “That was really hot.” I do as he says, turning my back to him and looking over my shoulder. I’m definitely pink.

“It looks okay. You’ll be tender for a couple of days, but it shouldn’t be bad. I want a photo of it tomorrow morning. We’ll text from now on.”

“Yes, Marshall,” I reply, purring when he leans in and kisses my left cheek, then my right. “Do I have to go already?”

He sighs. “No, brat. You don’t. Come on. Let’s get some food and something to drink in you.”

I nod while he stands, then reach for my clothes.

“What do you need those for?” he asks.

“Oh.” My body flushes with heat.

“Someone likes that.”

“Best. Day. Ever,” I respond, making him laugh. Somehow it sounds different from any laugh he’s given me before, the sound wrapping around me like a hug.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Marshall

Jay moves toget on his knees again, and as sexy as the thought of it is, I tell him, “You can walk.” Earlier, when I said he would be on his knees while here, I hadn’t anticipated going into the kitchen to eat.

“Can I kneel for you again when we get there?” he asks, and at those words, nerve endings I didn’t know existed come alive with a snap and crackle.

“Yes. For now, go in there and wait. I’m going to put on some clean clothes, and I’ll be back.”

“So you’ll be dressed while I’m naked?”

I cock a questioning brow at him. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No. I mean, I love seeing you naked, but there’s something…I don’t want to say demeaning, since it’s not in a bad way, but something about being naked while you’re dressed reminds me you’re someone to be worshipped and I’m the one who gets to do it.”

My pulse runs wild, like an untamed stallion. “And you’ve very good at it, sweet boy. Now go—and you can clean your face first,” I say, then grab my jeans and underwear and head for the stairs. If I stay down here with him right now, I won’t get dressed. I’ll be fucking him over something instead.

I go upstairs, clean up, and put on a new shirt, underwear, and pants. It gives me time to cool down some. I’m still trying not to think too much about my connection to Jay. If I do, it will make me even angrier at myself because the truth is, I’mnot sure it matters how bad of a friend it makes me, after just one time with him I know I’m not going to stop. Just like he said earlier, all it’s done is make me want him more. And for me, it’s not just about experience because I’ve had that. It’s him. Something about Jay submitting to me touches parts of me that have spent forty years in hiding.

When I get to the kitchen, he’s sitting at the table. He goes to stand, and I shake my head. “Stay there. Talk to me while I make you dinner.”

“Okay…” he replies, as if unsure.

“Tell me more about your friend Reggie.”

“We met at the restaurant. He’s a waiter and goes to school at NC State. We just hit it off. I’ve met queer people since graduating from high school, of course, but he’s my first real queer friend. Everyone I hung out with when I was younger was straight, and after that I had acquaintances, and I’ve hooked up, but Reggie is my best friend. It feels good to be close to someone who gets me.”

“That make sense. I was similar as a teenager. Moving to California was great in that way. I learned a whole lot about myself.”

I pull some chicken out of the fridge and begin tenderizing it.

“You said that’s where you got into kink, right?”

“Yeah. I knew there was something different about me before that. All my porn was kinky, and I really wanted to call people names and tell them what to do, but I didn’t understand much about it—just that it was hot to me. I met a lot of people in California who were much more experienced and helped me along the way.”

“How did Dad find out?” he asks, voice soft.

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