“See how good he is.” With my free hand, I caressed Reese’s cheek, sank my hand into his hair, and tightened. “My sweet little slut.”
“You’re a lucky man, Cory,” Kale said to me.
“The luckiest.” This amount of exhibitionism was like dipping a toe into the ocean. I wondered if Reese would let me take him at Rapture, or if that would be too much for him. A former dom being dominated in his play space? It might prove to be overwhelming. While Reese had come a long way and accepted a lot of things about the dynamic between us, it might be a bridge too far for me to ask that of him.
But that didn’t mean I was disappointed in him. Quite the opposite was true. Every time Reese stepped out of his comfort zone, I felt like I’d won the lottery all over again. Pride bloomed in my chest when he lifted his gaze and met mine.
“You’re so good, darling,” I told him, injecting as much affection into my voice as I could. Kale’s presence all but forgotten as I lost myself in Reese.
CHAPTER 2
Reese
I was gettingready for work later than night when Cory cornered me in the closet, one hand on either side of the door so there was nowhere for me to go.
“Are you okay with what happened earlier?” he asked.
He was wearing my hoodie.
I fidgeted with the Rolex on my wrist and tilted my head to the side in question. “With which part?”
“You know which part,” he said. “The under-negotiated exhibitionism.”
I tugged a plain black T-shirt over my head and gave him as much of an unimpressed look as I could muster, all things considered.
“You’re well aware of my limits,” I told him. “We talk about them often.”
“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you with an audience.”
“Isn’t an audience kind of the whole point?” I grabbed a belt off the shelf and laced it through the loops on my jeans. The leather was soft and worn, smooth beneath my fingers as I tucked the tail through the loops after getting it on. “And if I had an issue with it, I wouldn’t have gotten on my knees in the firstplace, and maybe I shouldn’t have. By the time you came, my coffee was cold.”
Cory scoffed, feigning offense. “I reheated it for you.”
“Of course, you did, because you’re a good Dom, aren’t you?” I arched a brow, and Cory narrowed his eyes, pushing away from the door and taking a step toward me. His closet—our closet—was a walk-in, but it wasn’t huge, and I had my back against his hanging slacks before I knew it.
“JustaDom?”
My mouth twitched, desperate to pull up into a smile, but sometimes still too scared to say the words.
“If anything…” I took a step backward, the rod and the hangers jutting into my shoulders. “You should have checked with Kale first.”
“Kale has seen me in far worse stages of undress, and I can say the same for him.” Cory took another step until he was able to grab my wrists and haul me away from his clothes and back toward where I’d originally been standing. Like there was some kind of homing device in the crook of my neck, he nuzzled his face there, kissing the curve of my throat.
“I don’t have a problem with anything that happened this morning,” I promised, sliding my hands around his waist and pressing our bodies together. “If I did, you would know.”
Cory hummed against my collarbone. “What are your limits today, Reese?”
I closed my eyes, focusing on how perfect his mouth felt on my skin. “Don’t make me late for work.”
He slid his hand down over my fly, grabbing at my still mostly flaccid cock. “I would never.”
I wanted more than anything to lean into the heat of his hand, but I’d already put off getting ready until the very last minute. I enjoyed Cory’s company and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, but that sometimes was to thedetriment of my own ability to get to my obligations—like work and Morgan—on time.
“If you can’t get yourself under control, I’m going to have to find that cage of yours and put it to good use again,” I warned.
The sound that left his mouth after that was absolutely sinful.
“I thought I was the Dom,” he teased, still working his talented fingers against the growing bulge between my legs.
