“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.