“Umm, not really. I’m not a Dom, and… I mean, he calls me Daddy sometimes, but it’s not our dynamic. I don’t identify with that kind of kink.”
I shifted in my seat and side-eyed the soup I’d picked up on the way for the kid. If you were sick, pretend or otherwise, the situation called for Panera.
“You know that I do, right?” I asked to make sure.
James sighed again. “Oh, once Jordan found your Mclean profile, he hasn’t been able to stop talking about it.”
Why, that little sneaky boy.
I grinned to myself and felt a warmth envelop my chest.
“We picked up those vibes from you early on,” James admitted. “I apologize I couldn’t handle this properly. We’ve never done this before.”
I cleared my throat and checked the rearview before I switched lanes. “It’s okay. So, what are your kinks?”
“Um. Do we have to do this now?”
“Nope. But I am heading over to your house,” I told him. “So I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s up.”
It sounded like he fumbled with his phone. “He knows our boundaries—and, um…if he speaks in a way that kind of, uh…dismisses me…? That’s more part of our dynamic.”
Well, fuck. My eyebrows hitched.
“Does he degrade you?”
He coughed. “Sometimes.”
Jesus, that was hot. A Little who degraded his partner? I could work with that.
“Might there be a cuck in you, James?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “We’ve fantasized about me catching y’all together.”
There we go.
“I can’t believe I just said that to my boss,” he muttered.
I chuckled, hearing the lust in my voice.
“Are you staying the night at your sister’s?” I wondered.
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t want Emmett to be alone.”
Of course. That made sense. I wouldn’t either. “You enjoy your night, then,” I said. “I’m turning onto our street right now.”
“Wait—does that mean… Are you gonna do somethin’ with him?”
“Are you asking your boss if he’s gonna take liberties with your husband behind your back? That’s messed up, James. And extremely inappropriate.”
But no, I probably wasn’t. No matter how tempting James and Jordan were, my entire goddamn soul was locked down. That said… I cleared my throat. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me anymore, and body and soul could be separated.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. All right, uh…keep me posted?”
“We’ll see if I remember.” I ended the call and pulled into my driveway.
I wasn’t gonna think about this too much. The desire was there—and had been for a while. They’d tempted me enough. And I wasn’t getting Nate back. He had moved on with a new partner. Which wasn’t an option for me, but a guy could pretend.
It helped that James and Jordan were easy. They were married and committed to each other. I wouldn’t have to worryabout shit getting complicated, because at the end of the day, I’d return to my house. I was their friend. I was James’s boss.
