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And I realize I do. Again, I’m not sure what I want out of our relationship, but whatever is right for Marshall and me, it doesn’t mean we love each other less than someone who would make a different choice.

“It’s not something I considered until this moment, but yeah, I guess so. Anyway…hooking up with you is fun, but I’m not in love with you.”

“I’m not in love with you either, and your boyfriend is hot, so I’d be down if you’re curious.” He winks, gets up, and heads to his bedroom, and I’m pretty sure there’s an extra shake in Reggie’s ass while he goes.

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I keep checkingthe dining room all day for Marshall, though I know he won’t be coming until sometime after work. This will be the first time he’ll be here since he said he would try to make it at least once a week. It means so much to me that this is something he’s going to do—come to the restaurant I enjoy so much, just because I mean that much to him. He sees what’s important to me and wants to be a part of it.

“Hey, Mister Daydreamer. Someone is here to see you.” Reggie nods toward one of the tables in my section, my heart rate immediately picking up when I see Marshall. “God, you’ve got it bad. I feel the love pouring off you. Gross,” my friend teases before disappearing with plates toward one of his tables.

I head straight to Marshall. “Good evening,Sir.”

“It is now,” Marshall counters, and while yes, it’s cheesy as fuck, it makes me melt.

“That was terrible.”

“That made you swoon…and is maybe getting your dick hard,” he says softly, and damn if he’s not right. “Do you thinkyou could sneak to the bathroom for a few minutes? Take a break? I have a surprise for you.”

I check the time. “Actually, I’m up for a break in a few minutes.”

He nods. “I’d like a glass of wine—your choice. Make it something that will go well with whatever I’m eating tonight because you’re going to pick that too. Whatever you think your Sir would like. Something special. I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

My stomach feels jittery. Yes, I’m excited for whatever he has in store for me, but I also love the idea of being able to feed him—picking something from the menu for this man who means the world to me. Marshall giving me that responsibility is the best kind of high.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, the dancing butterflies in my belly still flittering around.

He stands, and I go get wine for his table and then ask about my break.

“Go ahead,” Barbara, the lead waitress, tells me.

Reggie grabs my attention as I head for Sir. “Why do I have a feeling you’re doing something naughty?”

“Because you’re smart? We’ll be in the bathroom.”

“I’m actually a little jealous right now,” he replies, and I wink at him before walking away on shaky legs, body eager for whatever Marshall has in store for me.

There are three single bathrooms here, all of them gender neutral. I don’t know which one Marshall is in, but then I notice the far one that’s toward the end of the hallway has the door cracked open. I knock gently, then push it open to see him standing there waiting for me.

“Come,” he says simply.

“I’m not quite there yet,” I tease, earning a smile as I close the door behind me and lock it. “What’s my surprise?”

Marshall cocks a brow. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Always when it comes to you.”

“Jesus, the things you do to me.” He unslings the computer bag from his shoulder that I somehow missed earlier and pulls out a bottle of lube…as well as a cock cage, a butt plug, and a pair of lacy pink panties.

I tremble, reaching out to grab the wall to hold myself up.

“I want you as my toy tonight. Want to know you’re walking around this restaurant plugged and caged, pretty for your Sir, letting me torture you and make you uncomfortable all night…for me.”

My heart raps against my chest like a drum. “Yes, Sir. God, that sounds hot.”

“Yes, it would for a needy little slut, wouldn’t it?”

Blood rushes to my groin, but I know I can’t get hard if that cage is going on my dick. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me be a slut for you.”

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