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suit—but that maybe I could find something that accentuated all the good things a bit… better.”
    Something about the way his lips curled around all the good things made Daniel’s stomach flutter. Good things—he wanted to know more about what Owen saw, because the last compliment he got was from a drunk guy who told him he had a nice mouth as they passed each other on the street.
    “So you volunteered to take me to lunch.”
    “And shopping.”
    Who knew that word could sound so dirty?
    “I—well, thanks. I’d love to take you up on that,” Daniel managed as somehow Owen’s ankle reached the inside of Daniel’s right knee.
    “Are you busy today?” Owen asked, innocent as could be.
    The waiter arrived before Daniel could answer, but Owen never blinked. He thanked the man for his food, turned down fresh pepper, and not once did his gaze leave Daniel’s face.
    “No, thank you,” Daniel told the waiter, desperate for him to go the hell away.
    “Was that to my question?”
    Daniel shook his head. “No to pepper. Yes to you.” He pretended to find interest in his pasta—spicy lamb sausage and yellow tomato sauce in an interesting twirl on the plate. As his senses refocused from Owen Fucking Grainger to I Skipped Breakfast, Daniel took a breath. He would eat, he would go shopping with Owen, he would become a human Ken doll, and maybe—just maybe—all this sexual tension would lead to something more than him spraining his wrist when he eventually got home.
    “Mmmm,” he said.
    “Yeah, it looks delicious.” Daniel looked up to find Owen looking at him, not the pasta.
    A snorting laugh bubbled up before Daniel could shove it back down. “Oh my God, that’s your first clunker.”
    “Pardon?” One eyebrow lifted.
    “Your sexy flirting thing—it’s perfect. But the delicious thing?” Daniel made a “meh” face, then went back to his pasta. If anyone asked, he would blame the wine.
    He tried to keep his cool when suddenly Owen’s leg disappeared from its snug perch on his knee. One mouthful, chew chew chew, all good. He swallowed not a moment too soon, because a second later, a socked foot pressed against his dick. Daniel’s eyes watered as a flush bloomed from cock to forehead, sweat trickling behind his ears. He wanted to moan or maybe just lean back in the chair, close his eyes, and let Owen do ridiculous things to him in public, but he didn’t do any of that.
    Daniel took another bite of pasta and tried to pretend steam wasn’t rising from his body.
    “I apologize,” Owen said sweetly. He still hadn’t picked up a fork or unfolded his napkin. “Maybe you’ll let me try again?”
    Chewing methodically, Daniel let one shoulder rise and drop, as if he didn’t have insistent pressure against his cock, didn’t feel his hips traitorously rocking in tiny waves.
    “How about—I can’t wait to get you out of those slacks and into something tighter?” Owen asked, toying with the stem of his wineglass.
    “A little porn-y, but better,” Daniel choked out, wiping his mouth with his napkin.
    “I want to check your inseam?”
    Daniel made a face. “Tailor talk isn’t sexy. I want to chalk your hem —I don’t know, it just doesn’t flow.”
    Owen nodded, regarding the ceiling with a tilt back of his head at the same time he pressed his heel against Daniel’s confined and protesting balls. He didn’t even blink when Daniel coughed over a moan.
    “So maybe I should stick with….” Owen turned to face him again, a tiny smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Are you almost done? I have somewhere I want to take you.”
    Daniel mopped at his sweaty forehead with the napkin as he turned to find the waiter. “Check!”
     
     
    OWEN HAD the food wrapped, which was helpful, because Daniel needed to compose himself. When the waiter came to collect their plates, Owen’s foot disappeared from Daniel’s crotch and everything became very businesslike—aside from Owen’s smirk.
    “Do you