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Tate wasn’t sure why he’d been sosurprised when Donovan asked him to dinner, but it had struck him as odd. For whatever reason, he hadn’t been able to shake it. Not at first. He should’ve known Donovan would realize something was wrong.
But the truth was, there wasn’t. Everything was exactly right, and maybe that was what had him all freaked out.
Tate had spent much of his adult life with a serious crush on this man. Even in his wildest dreams, he never thought he might be in this situation one day. Sitting across from him, sharing a meal and casual conversation. He’d fantasized about Donovan so many times, but mostly when he was jacking off because that seemed to be the only place it was appropriate.
But this … this was real. This was the two of them enjoying one another’s company. And while it started awkwardly, the conversation had taken a nice turn. Donovan knew far more about him than he thought, but it didn’t seem enough for him. He asked questions, and Tate answered them as best he could. Nothing too intrusive, and eventually, he began to relax.
“Can I get you some dessert?” the waitress asked as she stepped up to the table and refilled Tate’s water glass.
Donovan looked at him.
He looked at Donovan.
“Do you need a minute to think about it?”
Donovan decided for them, looking up at the waitress. “I think we’ll skip dessert. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
They did? That was certainly news to Tate.
“Lemme grab your check. I’ll—”
“Put it on this.” Donovan handed her his credit card before she walked away.
She nodded, tucking the card in her pocket before pausing at the next table to ask the same questions.
“Did you need to be somewhere?” Tate asked when she was out of earshot.
“No.”
“So, where do you need to be?”
“We,” Donovan clarified. “Weneed to be somewhere.”
Okay. That didn’t tell Tate anything at all aside from he was being invited to tag along.
“Relax.” Donovan tapped his foot.
Tate wasn’t sure why he liked that Donovan did that. Every so often, he would feel Donovan’s boot bump his shoe, and it was a subtle reminder that they were together. He tried to recall whether anyone else he’d dated had done something similar. He didn’t think so.
Donovan pulled out his phone and looked at it. His forehead creased when he started typing. It seemed to go on forever before, finally, the wrinkle smoothed out, and a smirk formed on his lips.
God, the man had incredibly nice lips.
When Donovan’s eyes lifted, Tate looked away quickly, not wanting him to know he was staring.
“You’re damn cute, you know that?” Donovan smiled before taking the receipt and the credit card from the waitress when she returned to the table.
Within seconds, Donovan scribbled his name on the receipt, tucked his credit card back in his wallet, and got out of the booth. Tate followed his lead, getting to his feet and letting Donovan lead him out of the restaurant with a hand curled around the back of his neck. It was such a possessive gesture, and for some reason, Tate’s dick thought it was the sexiest thing ever. He had to adjust himself as they walked to Donovan’s truck. He tried to do so discreetly, but he should’ve known Donovan would notice.
Donovan opened his door for him, but he didn’t let him get in.
Tate gasped when Donovan tipped his head back, gripping his chin firmly, and leaned in until they were nearly nose to nose.
“I want to take you home, strip you down, and do dirty fuckin’ things to you.”
Tate’s mental hand shot high in the air and waved.Yes. God, yes!
