“Are you hungry?”
Star nodded, closing his eyes and banishing his crazy-ass thoughts. Not only that, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything since having a bagel and a cup of coffee this morning before he had gotten distracted with the whole pregnancy thing.
“Open,” Anubis said softly against his neck as his lips trailed to the back of his ear.
Star opened his eyes just as a plump strawberry was pressed to his mouth. He didn't waste time and bit into the succulent fruit, just as he felt teeth grazing hard against his flesh. The delicious juice burst in his mouth, bringing his taste buds alive and making Star moan, pressing deeper into Anubis's chest.
“Is it good, little one?” Anubis's sultry voice vibrated on the shell of his ear, and Star wondered how he hadn't recognized it that night at the club.
“Mmm...It's fresh and delicious.”
“I guess my gardening skills aren't so bad.”
Star gaped at the man, not hiding his surprise.
“Why are you shocked?”
Star shrugged his shoulders. “You don't look like the farmer type.”
Anubis laughed. “A man needs hobbies to destress; in my case, I have quite a few.” He brought another fruit to Star's lips, which was just as juicy and sweet as the first.
Star had to admit, Anubis was an interesting man, and despite himself, he wanted to know more. “So, what else do you enjoy doing?” Star noticed the cocksure smirk gracing the man's lips.
“You mean other than gardening and spanking gorgeous subs like yourself over my knee?”
Star rolled his eyes at Anubis's cheekiness. “Yes, besides that.”
“It depends on my mood,” Anubis said, popping a grape in his mouth.
“It must be nice to live according to how you're feeling,” Star said wistfully.
“There's that jealous tone again.”
“I guess I am. My life hasn't been all that great.” He smiled pitifully. “I want so much to make my parents proud and fulfill my dreams, but it feels like it will take more lifetimes before I even scratch the surface.”
“What are your dreams?”
Star stared at Anubis. “Why do you want to know? Do you plan on making them come true?”
“I'll allow your cheekiness since we're not in a formal dom-sub relationship.”
“Is that what you're aiming for? A sub who will be yours for all time?” Star nervously worried his bottom lip, unsure what answer he wanted to hear.
“Yes. But I haven't found my perfect boy yet.”
“How come?” Star cupped Anubis's face. “You're rich, handsome, and from the times we've been together, you seem like the kind of man who would devote everything to the one you love.” Star looked down at Anubis's chest and then back to his face. “I feel like you would treasure them and not use them as a bargaining chip.”
Anubis quirked a brow. “Do I now?”
“Yes.” Although he knew little about Anubis, Star could tell he was nothing like Thornton. Sure, the guy could be an asshole sometimes, but the only time he'd gotten angry with Star was at work. When they were alone, he was kind.
“You'd be the first to think that. I've been told I'm too overbearing and demanding.”
“But isn't that part of what comes with being in a dom-sub relationship?” Star turned back around, staring out the window. He'd only done scenes with a couple of doms and never thought he was worthy enough to have his own dominant to live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven. Yet, Star understood the lifestyle better than he did the whole shifter and magic thing. To have someone watch over and care for him and hopefully love him.
“So you're telling me you don't mind having to report your whereabouts to your dom daily? Or to let him guide your career?”
“I wouldn't mind that.”
