Page 14 of Fitch

His brows knitted together. “Have you got a second? I just wanna talk, but somewhere private, perhaps?”

“Just talk, huh?” I joked. “Was I that bad?”

His gaze narrowed, but he scoffed and then, looking away, shook his head. “Just the opposite, actually.”

Well, damn.

I looked up the street. There wasn’t anywhere around here, but I certainly wasn’t taking him back to my place. “Let’s take a walk.”

I nodded up the street toward Taylor’s Square. I started walking and he fell into step beside me. We turned the corner and walked away from the noise. A short distance later, I leaned against the wall of the closed storefront with just enough lighting to see his features.

Dom stood facing me, a foot away.

“Busy night?” he asked.

What the hell . . . ?

We were doing small talk? I wasn’t much good at that so I opted for the truth. “I heard you were looking for me last night?”

His eyes met mine, and even in the dark I could see he was nervous, or embarrassed. He gave half a smile and let out a breath. “I was. I wasn’t sure if I’d find you tonight either...”

He looked so damn good. Dark jeans, a grey tee shirt, black sneakers. He was expensive, no two ways about it.

“Nervous doesn’t suit you, Dom,” I said. “Whatever you want to say, just spit it out.”

His gaze cut to mine. “I want to make regular appointments with you. Once a week, every week. Either Friday or Saturday nights. It may change if I have a schedule conflict. All night, six till breakfast the next day.”

Holy shit.

Then he smirked. “But this time you won’t need to skip out before breakfast. I need to know you leave my house with a full belly.”

I barked out a laugh and rubbed my stomach. “Oh, but I did.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Of food.”

We stared at each other then, me smiling and him trying not to.

“You came looking for me last night to ask me this? Not even a full day later. I must have made an impression on you.”

“You did,” he said, his voice low now, his eyes sharp and focused on me. He was slipping into daddy mode.

And it made me instantly want to be cheeky, to push his buttons, to see how far I could go before he punished me.

I made a show of licking my top lip and giving him a playful look. “What would you be doing to me?” I asked. “If it’s all night long, I mean. How many times would you fuck me?”

He made a soft grunt sound. “As many times as I want.” He took a step closer, crowding me against the wall, his eyes were dark, his voice like velvet. “You will be my boy for the entire duration. You will tend to me and I will meet your every need?—”

“Every?”

He growled. “Every. What we did the other night, everything we did, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I want to do things to your body. I want to make you mine. Three hundred dollars, twelve hours, give or take.”

I bent one knee, the sole of my shoe pressed to the wall. I was trying to play it cool, as if this wasn’t the best deal I’d ever heard. As if he wasn’t turning me the fuck on right now.

I licked the corner of my mouth, his eyes drew to my tongue, and I ran my finger lightly down his chest. “I would have my own rules if I were to say yes.”

“Of course.”

“I won’t be shared. It’s you and no one else. If there are other men at your place, I leave.”

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