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He went beet red and squirmed under me, swelling beneath his trousers.

“Suddenly shy, Mr. Kenney? My, my, I wonder what you like todoto those boys.”

“Oh fuck,” he sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Chapter Thirteen

Negotiations

“Fine.”

I sat up. “‘Fine’ you’ll tell me, or ‘fine’ you’ll show me?”

“I realize that it’s a losing game to deny you.”

I grinned. “Yup.”

“So we can go, if it’s still available.”

I reached for my phone but Alastair stopped me.

“But…I’m going to answer your question.”

“The one about…”

“The one about what I like to do with my”—he looked me over—“boy toys, so you can figure out if you like the sound of it or not.” He took my hands in his and laced our fingers together. “If you must know, I like to put my boys on the spanking bench as an introduction to the space.”

I like to put my boys on the spanking bench.The sentence reverberated in my brain, lit up in neon.

His breathing sped up and his gaze met mine with the most adorable expression of reticence.

“The what-now?” I whispered, eyes wide with desire at the words he’d spoken.

Alastair smiled. “The spanking bench. Don’t you know what that is?”

“Well, I…I guess I can”—I swallowed—“extrapolate.”

Alastair smiled, his dimple showing. “That’s a big word.”

I stared at him, blinking and letting the waves of lust crash over me. “I’m a big boy,” I whispered.

I didn’t feel very big right then. I felt small and safe and cared for. It was heady and everything I wanted. Well, maybe not everything.

“You could put me on the spanking bench,” I said, gazing at Alastair’s chest as I toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

“Could I?”

“Yes,” I said. “I would like to try that.”

My cheeks heated, and I glanced up to see how Alastair was reacting. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off right then, the way his eyes were drilling me.

“Toby, I-I—” he stuttered, but I already had my phone out, and I was calling Sebastian.

Alastair’s lips parted as he watched me. I wriggled to get more comfortable, and he groaned and closed his eyes. I think he cursed.

“Sebastian, hi. I’m calling to find out if the Bordello is still available this evening?”

“Hi, Toby. You can have it from eight to ten.”

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