“I don’t believe in knotting a man before the first date.”
 
 He gaped at me and chuckled. “So you’ll suck me off on a whim, but not fuck me before dinner?”
 
 “Something like that.”
 
 “Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.
 
 I smiled. “I am. Any particular reason you’re asking?”
 
 “Because I’d like that first date.”
 
 “Is that all?” I asked, unable to keep a growl from creeping into my voice.
 
 “No,” he breathed. “But you said the date has to come first.”
 
 “What time should I pick you up?”
 
 “Seven.”
 
 “Seven it is,” I agreed.
 
 “Good,” he said, then pulled me in for another series of heated kisses.