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“Yes, Toby. That’sexactlyhow it works.”
Chapter Eleven
It’s a Thing
“I’m glad you want to do that. In fact, it’s making me think of all kinds of things I want to—” He took a steadying breath. “I don’t think we should rush into it, though.”
“Oh,” I said. “Why not?”
He shrugged. “I’m just…I’m really enjoying—” He laughed, as if he was surprised by his own feelings. “I’m enjoying being vanilla with you, more than I ever thought I’d enjoy that with anyone.”
“Hold on. You said you didn’t need the kink. But you didn’t think you could be vanilla?”
He sighed. “No, I—I figured if the right person came along…” He shook his head. “Never mind.”
“Wait! Am I the right person?”What the fuck am I doing?That wasnota question to ask the super-hot man you were having super-hot but still pretty casual vanilla sex with. Even though we were dating—maybe—it was only the second time we’d been alone together.
“Toby, it’s too soon to tell, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I think Iamthe right person.” I couldn’t help getting excited because it seemed as if he really liked me, and I was here for it.
“Hold on,” Alastair said, clearly regretting what had slipped out.
“The right person to have vanilla sex with, but also the right person to Dom the fuck out of in the Bordello.”
He snorted. “‘Dom the fuck out of,’ huh?”
“You know you want to.”
“Don’t get so excited. We’re still in the beginning stages of”—he waved his hand around between us—“whatever this thing is.”
“But you admit it’s a thing.”
“Sure. I mean, it’ssomething.”
“It’s something all right,” I said, dropping my towel and walking toward what I hoped was Alastair’s bedroom.
“Toby, Jesus.”
It was his bedroom. It was the same size as the living room, so not huge, but there was a queen bed onto which I climbed and lounged in what I hoped was a seductive way.
“This is… I mean, it’s like an adult lives here,” I said.
“I’m thirty-five.”
“It’s a state of mind that you obviously have. I’m just not used to being sexed up by adults.” I frowned. “Oh, that sounds wrong.”
I turned over onto my stomach, gazing at him and waving my legs in the air, propped up on my elbows. I cradled my chin in my hands.
“The guys I’ve dated are so immature,” I admitted. “You’re in a totally different league.”
“Am I?” Alastair said. It seemed he liked that idea. He stood there, with a navy towel wrapped around his hips, his skin glistening, damp curls going every which way.
His gaze skimmed my skin as he licked his lips. “Am I the oldest guy you’ve ever been with?”
“Ding!Why, yes, you are! I never thought I had a thing for older men, but come to think of it, I do like working at Molly’s—and it’s not just the tips.”
Alastair regarded me with a dreamy look. “God. You must get massive tips.”
