my lips gently against his, backing away before either of us could try to deepen it. “So sweet. So
perfect.”
Sam snorted. “I’m far from perfect.”
“But I have a feeling you’re perfect for me,” I clarified. As soon as we got back to the house,
we’d be discussing a few more rules. Sam wasn’t going to get away with self-deprecation if I had
anything to say about it. He wanted a Daddy who was a mix of loving and strict, and that’s exactly
who I was. “Let’s get home so you can do your homework.”
I closed his door and rounded the front of the SUV, peeking at him through the windshield. He was
staring straight ahead, and when our eyes met, he smiled at me. I shit you not, the boy took my breath
away. This was more than I’d hoped for so quickly, and I decided the best course of action was tonot
give Sam any time to second guess himself.
“I know you’re not ready for sex, but how do you feel about intimacy?” I asked as I pulled onto
the freeway. Not an ideal ice breaker, but it was something that needed to be discussed. I wanted to
take him home and get him changed, but if he wasn’t comfortable with me seeing him naked, that
could throw a wrench in my plans.
“It’s not even so much that I’m notreadyfor sex, as it’s something I haven’t given a whole lot of
thought to,” Sam clarified. He stared out the side window as he started wringing his hands. “I’ve
always known I was different. First, I was a girl to the outside world, even though that’s not how I
felt. When I came out, my family accepted me as I am now. But I’m a gay man who doesn’t have the
same parts as most gay men. It’s a deal breaker for a lot of guys.”
“Lucky for you, I’m not those other guys.” I reached over the console and took Sam’s hand. “I’m
perfectly willing to follow your lead here. If you’d rather wait on certain things, all you have to do is
tell me. But if there are things youwantto try, tell me and we’ll make it happen.”
“But what if you don’t like it?”
“I can guarantee you that won’t happen.” I wasn’t sure how to explain it to him without offending
him, but what he had, or didn’t have, inside his pants held zero bearing on how I felt about him. It
didn’t now, and it wouldn’t in the future. I’d been captivated with him since the first time I saw him,
and every interaction we had only drew me deeper into his orbit. Sex was awesome, but it wasn’t
everything. “Is there something in particular you want to do that you think I won’t like?”
“Gay guys are supposed to like anal sex. I’ve tried…you know…and I didn’t much care for it. I
