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Her face broke into a grin. ‘No. But I’m not a virgin anymore. I don’t feel like I can wear it.’
‘Your father gave it to you. Don’t you want to keep it?’
She gave a small shake of her head while pressing it deeper against my palm. Closing my fingers around it, I nodded. I’d keep it safe for her. In case she changed her mind.
‘Come to dinner with me,’ I said, kissing my way from her mouth to her ear.
‘It’s late,’ she shivered.
‘I can pull some strings.’
‘Like a real date?’
‘Not like one. A real date.’
The way she chewed her lip as her eyes sparkled made me weak. When she nodded, excitement flurried in my stomach like a damn teenager going to prom with the girl he’s been crushing on.
‘Meet me by the front door in an hour.’
‘What should I wear?’ she asked.
‘Anything you feel beautiful in.’
She could have worn the fucking towel, and I’d have still wanted her.
TWENTY-NINE
CORA
Lights glittered all around as we exited the elevator and stepped out onto a rooftop restaurant. The city stretched out in all directions as the tuxedo-clad waiter led us to a table surrounded by candles.
‘Sir, Madam,’ the waiter said, pulling out our chairs for us to sit.
God, the place was super flipping fancy.
‘Chef has prepared a midnight menu for you both. Are there any allergies or preferences I should make him aware of?’
I shook my head, and Ewen confirmed the same. ‘Just let Eduardo do what he does best.’
‘Yes, Sir. Can I bring you the wine list?’
‘We’ll trust the sommelier’s recommendations.’
After the waiter left, I leaned forward and whispered to Ewen. ‘What if I use the wrong fork?’
‘They couldn’t care if you ate it with your fingers. If you’re really worried, I could get you to kneel next to me and feed you from my plate?’ Dimples showed as I squirmed at his words.
‘Why does that sound so hot?’
‘Because degradation makes you wet.’
‘That’s weird, right?’
‘No odder than your tears making me hard. People have all sorts of kinks, and as long as everyone involved is on the same page, then it’s fine to lean into them.’
A guy in a swish red jacket came to offer us his first chosen wine. I smiled politely as he poured a small amount into both of our glasses while giving a long spiel about what it was. It was white and tasted nice—the rest went right over my head.
‘How did you first get into all the, you know, pain stuff?’
