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He rarely shared anything with me, and I treasured it. “Glad you knocked. Can I ask where you went?”

Straightening up, he pulled me to sitting on his lap with his mouth set in serious lines. “Wichita.” He opened his mouth to speak, and shut it. “You can ask me anything. Every question you have. Some I won’t answer, but most I will.”

“I don’t want to make you mad.” I spoke to his chest.

“Who cares if I get mad? I won’t hurt you, and I’ll be straight with you.”

My world widened and I thought of all the questions I’d suppressed. Maybe Dare wasn’t at fault. I worried about which thing I’d do to finally make him fed up with me. The thing that would make him sneer and put me down. The thing that never came with him.

Had those other men broken me?

Could I be a whole, strong partner for him?

“Why didn’t you call me?” I glanced up and then down at my red fingernails.

He huffed. “Dunno. Thought about it. This shit with us, I ain’t ever been here. Did you want me to?”

I nodded. “But I wasn’t sure if I should call you.” The words almost stuck in my throat.

With a snort, he pulled me tight to him. “Red, do anything you feel like. Your sexy voice in my ear is never a bad idea.”

I smiled up at him, hoping to be more than I’d been but afraid that more would be too much. However, that was a worry for another day, right now all I wanted was his hardening cock. I massaged him through his jeans. “Tell me what I should do with this.”

“Whatever makes you happy.” He gave me his bad-boy smirk.

“Let’s see.” I unbuttoned his fly and tugged down on his jeans. He lifted his hips, and I pulled down his jeans, freeing him. My tongue flicked his tip.

“What excites you?” I purred the words, staring up into his fierce expression.

“You excite me.” He stroked my hair.

I swirled my tongue around his tip. “More specific. Tell me what to do next.”

He slouched back into the couch. I swallowed him, and moved back to the tip. “Yes?”

His hand went to my ass. “Fucking your ass. I want my dick buried in your ass.” His words revved and frightened me at the same time.

I glanced up at him. “I’ve never done that before.”

I moved up and down letting my teeth drag along his sensitive flesh.

“Would it hurt?” I spoke to his cock, too embarrassed to look higher.

“Not the way I’d do it. Only incredible pleasure.”

Turned on, I sucked him with deep plunges. His balls tightened, and I moved away.

“Tonight?” I stroked him.

“No, but soon, if you agree.” His breathing hitched. “Need to show you, ah fuck, feels...perfect.”

I’d moved my mouth down to his sac. He hadn’t ever said anything about how I’d played with his ass at the club. Was I brave enough to ask?

Hell yes.

“In the club, I played with your ass.” He pistoned up into my clenched palm. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah. A toy, a finger, a tongue.” He arched a brow at me. “It adds a different kind of spice.”

Maybe not my tongue. But fingers, for sure. In fact, there was one finger maneuver I very much wanted to try.

“You always go beyond, push further, and that’s damn addicting.”

Hot from his trust and my own work, I couldn’t talk more. I positioned myself over him and sunk down until his apa hit the back of my throat. I pulsed deep and then changed to fast strokes from tip to base.

“Fuck, Red. Coming.” His fingers wound in my hair.

I moved between his cheeks and massaged his pucker. He tightened and then he spurted into my mouth. Hot and salty. I swallowed everything he gave. With slow circles, I continued moving over his cock through the shudders of his orgasm.

He hauled me up until he kissed my lips. “Hands down you give the best head ever.” His lazy smile warmed me. He dragged me up until I straddled his thighs.

With a new tenderness he tucked my hair behind my ear.

I leaned into his chest. “I’d like to try it.”

“What?”

“Um, anal, with you.”

He chuckled into my hair. “You won’t regret it.”

* * *

Wednesday had come—the day I cooked at the club. While Dare had been away, MJ had called and convinced me to help out. Once Dare gave his blessing, I’d signed up because cooking for a big group excited me. I wanted to see if I could do it, and if it made him proud. My eyes flew open and I glanced to the clock. Twenty minutes before my alarm would even go off. The worry that had woken me up eased some, but it refused to go away. My sexy guy slept on with his leg hiked and his back mostly uncovered. He rocked the bad-boy vibe when he was awake. Asleep, he held an innocence that twisted me up inside.