“The game’s not over, though, is it?” Blake asks. “We agreed we’d carry on”
Gabe chuckles. “We did.”
My chest tightens. “Haven’t you ever been on holiday abroad?” I ask Blake.
He shakes his head. “Mum’s petrified of flying. Even thinking about it gives her a panic attack. Dad did suggest we could use the Channel Tunnel to get to Europe, but Mum said it was too far to drive.”
“My three places are Rome, Venice, and California.”
Blake purses his lips. “Venice.”
“Damned if I know,” Gabe admits. “California.”
“Our princess is right,” I say. “Venice is meant to be one of the most romantic cities on earth. I plan to go one day with someone special.”
“That’s sweet,” Gabe says.
“I can be sweet. You need to take some clothes off.”
Gabe takes his other sock off.
“Things you’ve got in your drawers,” I say.
“What kind of a topic is that?” Gabe asks.
“A fun one.” I wink. “Underwear, dildos, and cock cages.”
“Dildos,” Gabe says instantly.
Blake looks at me thoughtfully. “Cock cages.”
“Correct, princess!”
“Really?” Gabe asks.
“Really. I’ve got a particularly nice dildo I like using in the shower. Doms can like dick up their arse too, you know.”
“I know,” Gabe says. “I just didn’t imagine you would.”
“Think about it often, do you?”
“No, not until now.”
Well, isn’t this awkward? “Do you?” I ask, just to make things worse. “Like dick up your arse?”
“No. I’m strictly a top.”
“Good to know,” I say. “Now, take something off.”
Gabe takes his shirt off. For the first time, I really look at him. I know Gabe is self-conscious about his weight, but he’s a good-looking guy. Maybe not the type of guy I’d gravitate towards based purely on looks, but he ticks so many other boxes. I file that thought away quickly.
“A meat tenderiser, a rolling pin, and a bottle opener.”
“What the hell?” I complain.
“You didn’t specify underwear drawers,” Gabe points out.
I grumble under my breath. “Rolling pin.”
