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He gives a short laugh. “Let’s just say that I much prefer to direct the action.”
“I see. And what if the girl rebels?”
“Yeah, don’t think I didn’t see your video on brat kink.”
I pull aneekface.
“It’s a good idea to research one’s…” He thinks for a moment. “I was going to say enemy, but that’s the wrong word.”
“Prey?”
“Hmm.” He just smiles.
“So, um, what did you think? About the videos?”
He cocks his head. “Very interesting. It appeals to you?”
I stir my drink. “Honestly? It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m a bit out of my depth. Like I said, I haven’t had a lot of experience. I’ve had huge fun reading about stuff like that, talking about it in my videos, and writing texts and other things for my readers. But I haven’t tried much of it.”
“Your previous partners haven’t been adventurous?”
I lift the straw and suck some drips off the end. “I met my last boyfriend, Karl, at the gym, which makes him sound like he was some kind of buff bodybuilder, and he really wasn’t. He was quiet and gentle, and I liked him a lot. But he wasveryvanilla. And I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. But when I tried to encourage him to… you know… be a bit more…”
“Rocky Road?”
I chuckle. “Yeah. He sort of freaked out. He said all he ever reads about is toxic masculinity, and so why would a woman want a guy to be forceful or dominant? I tried hard to explain that it’s different in the bedroom, but he just couldn’t see it.”
“It’s fair enough. It’s not easy to differentiate sometimes.”
“I would imagine you don’t have any trouble.”
He laughs and leans forward, arms on the table. “It can be a fine line to walk. The last thing most guys want to do is scare a girl, or make her feel uncomfortable. It’s embarrassing and makes you feel like a heel, so I can see why guys are reluctant to jump in with both feet.”
I sigh and say, “It’s a shame it’s all so complicated when all you want is to be screwed until your teeth rattle.” I add a pout.
His lips curve up. “What did you ask your ex to do?”
“Be a bit more dominant. Take charge. Nothing weird. I’m not into violence or pain or anything involving chickens.”
That makes him laugh. “Glad to hear it.”
“I’d just like to be…” I sigh. “Made to feel wanted, I guess.”
Mack meets my eyes and holds my gaze. We’re only about six inches apart now. It’s loud in the restaurant, and we’re leaning forward most of the time to hear each other.
He reaches out and takes a strand of my hair, lets it curl around his finger, then winds it around a few more times.
“Ow.”
“So move,” he says.
I lean forward, heart racing, until we’re only an inch apart.
“I want you,” he says, and he closes the distance and kisses me.
It’s only brief. We’re in public, and it’s busy, and we can hardly indulge in serious foreplay across the table.
But even a brief touch of his lips is enough to send me sparkling inside like the fairy lights around the bar.
