I wasn’t surprised that Jagger was quiet for the rest of the ride and through appetizers at the beautiful French restaurant. Eventually we made small talk, but the mood was heavy. I debated sharing what was on my mind between sips of a four-hundred-dollar bottle of wine and looking at the two small lines that had formed between his brows during the car ride and never left.
“I want to help,” I finally said.
The lines in his forehead deepened. “With?”
“I babysat for years. I’m good with kids, and I know CPR and the Heimlich maneuver.”
Jagger smiled. “Thank you. But I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t. I volunteered. I’m sure you have a million extra things to do with the DOJ filing. Were you planning on going back down to DC anytime soon?”
He nodded. “Tuesday. But I’ll figure something out.”
“You saw my closet. I’m an expert at playing dress-up. Plus, if I babysit at your place, I can finally find out what’sin your nightstand drawer. My curiosity has been killing me.”
Jagger’s lip twitched. “Trust me. You’re going to find out tonight when we get to my place.”
I squirmed in my seat. “I’m being serious, though. I want to help.”
“Why?”
“Because I care about you.”
The change in Jagger’s posture made me immediately regret what I’d said. He stiffened. I could see he was about to say something, probably remind me it wasn’t a good idea to get attached, so I put my hand up. “I’m not proposing, Jagger. I care about my friends, too.”
“Is that what we are? Friends?”
I had feelings for this man, deeper than I wanted to admit to myself. But wasn’t the basis of any good relationship a strong friendship, whether it be dating or a marriage or whatever? So it wasn’t a lie to say I also thought we were friends. I leaned forward in my chair and lowered my voice. “How about friends who fuck?”
Jagger’s eyes darkened. “I like hearing you talk like that.”
“Like what? Using naughty words? Do you like it when I tell you I really loved your cock in my mouth earlier?”
He reached across the table and took my hand, lifting it to his lips. I’d thought he was going to kiss the top but instead he nipped at my fingers. I yelped, which earned me a devilish smile.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he warned. “I’m already hard under the table, and we haven’t even been served our main course yet. Hours of you teasing me won’t bode well for your ability to walk tomorrow morning.”
I bit down on my bottom lip. “I don’t mind.”
“No? Then I think it’s time we discussed what you do and don’t mind. I need to know your limitations, Sutton.”
My cheeks heated. “I’m not sure I know them myself.”
“But you’re interested in exploring what they are?”
I nodded.
“Tell me how you felt when I took over earlier, when you were sucking me.”
“I liked it. A lot.”
“It didn’t make you feel like you were being taken advantage of?”
I shook my head. “No, because I wanted it, too.”
“Do you trust that if you tell me to stop whatever I’m doing, I will?”
I didn’t even have to think about the answer. “Yes.”
