Page 93 of What About Love

“I want you, Angie. We’re like fused dynamite and a match. I want to explore that more.”

She tried to pull her hand back, but he didn’t let go. “So this is about sex?” Disappointed, she looked down at her plate, no longer hungry.

“No. If I was the old T and this was only about sex, we would have been done in LA. I know that makes me sound like a player, but I’ve operated like that for years and it’s worked for me until now. With you, I’m finding I want more.”

“That makes you sound like a jerk and a player.” Silently, she processed what he’d said. “Can you define more?”

“No.”

“T!”

“Sorry, darlin’, it’s been a long time since I’ve had more.”

Wanting to have a clear picture of what he was proposing, she didn’t sugarcoat her words. “So, what are you thinking? Dating? Sex? Fucking once a week on the sly? Full-on master and slave on the main stage at the club? What?”

He sat back, pondering the ceiling, as he speared his fingers through his hair in a familiar sign of frustration. After a moment, his chin dropped and his gaze bored into her. “None of it.”

“What?”

“Not the master/slave extreme,” he explained. “That’s not what I’m about. And once a week?” He shook his head. “Hardly. Also, I’m not doing anything on the sly. As for dating”—here he grinned—“I think we’re beyond that, don’t you?”

“And the sex?”

“I can do the main stage at the club, if you’re game, but it isn’t a deal breaker.”

She swallowed, imagining being naked under T’s control on center stage again. Thinking it was better to ignore that for right now, she pressed on, “What does beyond dating mean exactly? Would we go out? Like, in public, to dinner or the movies, that sort of thing?”

“You seem more concerned about that than the sex and BDSM.”

She flushed. “That’s because a night at the movies was never an option with you. So I’m surprised. The other—”

“What about the other? You liked it, didn’t you? The flogging, the violet wand—although I hated someone else giving you that pleasure—I could tell by your cries and the way your body arched toward the wand and my lash that you really enjoyed them both. Then there was you and me on the carousel. Like I said, fucking fused dynamite and a match.”

Her gaze dropped again. Talking plainly about kink over dinner was something she’d never thought to happen.

“Look at me, baby.”

Her lashes lifted, and she met his gaze.

“Tell me you liked it.”

“I did, T, but mostly only what I did with you.”

“The electricity wasn’t by my hand, darlin’.”

“Well, except that.” She shrugged without explanation. “I guess that’s my thing, huh?”

He grinned. “I hear it becomes every sub’s thing once they’ve tried it. It works for me. Though I foresee another trip to LA in my future. I’ll need to get some advanced lessons on electric play from Eric. Other than a zapper, I’m a novice, but eager to learn. As for the rest, I’ll enjoy teaching you and exploring new things. Maybe we’ll find out Angie is a multiple kinks kind of submissive.”

Feeling as though her face would burst into flames any second, she grabbed her wine and drained the glass.

“Easy,” he warned, a touch of command in his voice that made her ears, as well as her other body parts, perk up and take heed. “I have plans for dessert and you being soused again would spoil them.”

“I’ll get a glass of water instead.”

“Good idea,” he said, hiding a smile as he returned to his plate.

When she came back, she stood watching him for a moment.

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