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There was a long pause. “You like to be tickled?”

I hesitated before answering. “Maybe?”

“Christ. You couldn’t have let me know that while we were in Santa Barbara?”

“It didn’t come up.” I ran my hand over my duvet, new ideas forming.

“Itsure the hell would have if I’d known.”

“You are so…fucking—”

“What?” he asked bluntly. “What am I so fucking? You? Because that’s a yes.”

“Er…dominating?”

“What was your first clue, sweetheart?” His voice thickened. “Was it when I rimmed your sweet pink hole? When I edged you out of your mind then made you wear a plug to your ex’s wedding? When I fucked you so hard you probably still feel me inside you?”

“Um…yeah. Except no. Sadly, I don’t feel you. Wish I did.”

“Why do you live in Canada again?” Was that a whine? Was Epic whining now?

“Work.”

“Fuck work,” he said flatly.

“Speaking of, I do have to be in LA next month. Want to drive down?”

“LA?” he asked. “What for?”

“I’m being given a humanitarian award. First one, not that I expect to get more, it’s just—”

“For what?”

“I compiled some information about a group trafficking sex work and child pornography in North Dakota. StolenLives is getting a generous donation from a corporation headquartered there too.”

“North Dakota?” he asked quietly. “What corporation?”

“AIM Environmental Energy. Have you heard of it?”

“Yes, I have actually. North Dakota ranks tenth in the US as far as applied wind energy technology."

"Right. So the company’s got these awards called “Greenies” but they’re adding a humanitarian award this year. I’ll be staying at the Bonaventure if you want to join me. It’s not the Four Seasons, but that’s where they’re holding the banquet.”

“Send me the dates, and I’ll fly down.”

“Will your parents—”

“They haven’t got a say. Can you take a few extra days?”

“I’m afraid I only have Friday and Saturday. I need to be back to work on Monday.”

He was quiet for a few seconds. “Did you hear that?”

“What?”

“We just made our first plans as not-fake boyfriends.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t noticed. “So, we don't have to call ourselves fake anymore?”