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Jayden: It was pretty cold, especially after I got so hot in your bed.

My semi was now a full-blown erection. It was a good thing Trey was already in bed. I didn’t need him to see the outline of my cock through my clothes a second time this week or ever again, really.

I turned the TV off and headed to my bedroom, closing the door. I wasn’t about to stroke myself in the living room.

TenInchTop: Oh yeah? Did you do anything about it when you got home?

Jayden: Yes.

What a tease.

TenInchTop: Brat.

Jayden: I have a feeling you like it.

If I didn’t cut this off, then the apology dinner would definitely be an apology fuck, and I did not want to make him feel obligated. I paid him for the first night. This was just going to be dinner. I most certainly would not be booking a hotel suite to prepare for my lack of restraint.

TenInchTop: I’d like to send a car to pick you up, in case you’d like to have a drink.

TenInchTop: You don’t have to send me your address. I have an account with Platinum Boston. You can book it directly with them.

Jayden: That’s unnecessary.

TenInchTop: I insist. 5683-968 is my account number.

TenInchTop: I’ll let them know you’re calling. Does this Friday work?

I realized after a few seconds I was holding my breath, so I let it out and went to brush my teeth and get through my skincare routine.

My dick softened by the time a response came through.

Jayden: I’ll see you Friday.

Jayden: Where are we going anyway?

TenInchTop: I was gonna try Vesuvius.

Jayden: Seriously?

TenInchTop: Yeah. It’s a little dressy, so probably not shorts and a t-shirt this time.

Jayden: Should I call you TenInchTop in public or would you prefer something else?

His sense of humor was almost as appealing as his butt.

TenInchTop: You can call me Jordy.

Jayden: Jordy and Jayden. Nice.

That response gave me a brief twinge, so I let my hand get back to work and imagined Jayden was on the floor, begging for another taste.

* * *

I heard the sweet tenor of his voice asking for Jordy’s table before I saw him. When I turned, I’m not sure who looked more surprised, him or me.

We were both wearing three-piece suits. I had chosen a dark navy and opted to leave my white collar unbuttoned to show a peek of my chest hair. I saw Jayden’s eyes travel there immediately upon walking up to the table.

I stood to greet him with a handshake - I don’t know why I was so formal - and was stunned by the beauty of his outfit. Unlike mine, it was not muted. His suit was a bright burgundy - it reminded me of lipstick - and he wore a light pink shirt underneath, with a slim white tie and matching pocket square in the left breast pocket.