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But Brady smiled at me cheekily, his eyes full of lust, desire, and a bit of mischief as he pulled me toward him again for a softer, gentler kiss. “We should stop,” he mumbled against my lips, and I shook my head, too out of it to make words happen. If kissing Brady could make me feel like this, what would it feel like when we went further? When he took me the way I wanted him to?
Brady obviously had the better self-control because he pulled away, running a hand through his tousled hair as he adjusted himself without hesitation, making me blush down to my toes. I was hard and aching too, and I knew I’d be going home and jerking off to the feel of Brady’s lips, his tongue, and his teeth.
“All right, I’m leaving,” I said hoarsely. “I had a lot of fun today. Thank you for planning such a fun date. My turn next time?” I asked, a hopeful note in my voice.
Brady grinned at me. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
With a smile, I leaned down and gave Brady a small peck on the lips before finally making my way out because I knew if I stayed another minute, I wouldn’t be able to leave at all.
12
Brady
“Youknow,businesshasbeen booming ever since you hired Charlie,” Kasey said as she slid closer to me, wiping the counter as she did.
I grinned at her, glad my plan had worked out for the best. “I know, right? They’re a phenomenal chef.”
“That they are. Where did you even find them?”
“Um, don’t you remember? They were stalking me? You’d point them out every time they came in?”
“Holy shit, that was them? What the fuck are you doing giving your stalker a job? And aren’t you two dating?”
I chuckled at her scandalized expression. Kasey was a few inches taller than me, and right now, with her amber eyes wide in disbelief and her brown hair falling all over her face, she looked adorable. “They weren’t actually stalking me, obviously. They just needed some help. They’re awesome, don’t worry. How’s Hailey, by the way? Getting along okay with the new babysitter?”
“Oh, they get along like a house on fire. I’m so glad I found Mayra when I did. She’s so good with her.” Kasey’s voice was full of relief, and I was glad she’d finally found someone good to take care of her three-year-old daughter. The poor woman worked three jobs to make sure her daughter had everything she needed. I already planned on giving her a promotion next month, but sometimes I wished I could do more.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts. My brows raised in surprise when I saw it was Charlie. Why were they texting me from the kitchen?
Ceebee: Hey, would you like to go out for dinner tonight? I wanted to do something special for your birthday.
Damn, I’d almost hoped they would forget it was my birthday. Not that I minded, but I didn’t particularly enjoy celebrating it. I was of the firm belief that you should spend every day like it’s your last.
Me: You know I’d be just as happy if we cooked something together, right?
Over the past couple of weeks, Charlie had started becoming more and more comfortable in presenting themselves the way they wanted to. They’d added eyeliners to their wardrobe, and I felt so proud at how quickly they’d mastered the art. They were also more likely to wear long shirts or jackets with leggings and boots now. They’d had a few more masculine days when they’d dressed in what I called their boring clothes, but they made even those look sexy as fuck. They hadn’t yet had a femme day, and I knew there was a possibility they might not have it at all, or they might not be as comfortable with that part of themself just yet, but I knew I’d be there for them regardless.
We’d gone on a couple more dates too, and though we hadn’t gone past making out yet, Charlie was still the best partner I’d ever had. They were attentive, and they wanted the same things I did. They were so sweet and gentle, and I absolutely adored them already.
Ceebee: I know. But I’ve heard a lot of good things about this place, and I kinda already made reservations?
Because of course it was a restaurant that took reservations. I’d quickly discovered that Charlie was very picky about the places they ate at. I wasn’t sure if it was because of their upbringing—you know, rich people only eating at five-star restaurants and all that—or because they were a chef and thereby a food snob. It was kinda annoying, especially when they didn’t want to go someplace I’d heard only good things about, but then again, it was also kinda adorable how passionate they were about food.
Realizing I was taking too long to reply, I tapped out a quick answer.
Me: All right. But only if you promise there will be no gifts. I don’t want you buying things for me.
Charlie: I promise I didn’t buy you anything for your birthday.
Me: Good. Then we’re on.
Charlie: Reservations at 7. Pick you up at 6:30?
Me: Perfect. Now, get to work before I catch you on your phone during work hours.
Ceebee: Will you punish me if you did? XD
I stared at the message for a few seconds. Saying I was surprised would be an understatement.
