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really even believe, just for the hell of it. Just to what? Get a rise out of him? How fucked up is that?
“If you call yourself stupid one more time I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you.”
“See!” I said, pointing at him with a grin. “Power trip!”
“No, that’s not this,” he said, smiling softly. He gestured between us. “That’s not what we have. We share the power and we toss it back and forth. We have since day one. I was just too stupid to see that at first.”
“Don’t call yourself stupid.” I grinned at him. “Or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
“Careful now,” he said, glancing at me sidelong, his expression fierce.
“Power trip.” I mouthed the words at him slowly, and grinned.
“See,” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair, “that’s us. That’s what we do. You tease me, and push my buttons, and I respond, putty in your hands.”
“As if!” I said. “That makes it sound like I get what I want. And I most definitely don’t get what I want.”
“No?” he said, arching an eyebrow. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he walked towards me again and I picked up my backwards amble down the beach.
“No, you tease me right back, tiger. You get me all worked up and then you torture me, make me wait for it.”
“Yes, you mentioned that already. Delayed gratification. What else?”
“You get off on watching me dance naked for other men. That’s pretty kinky.”
“Oh God. I did confess that, didn’t I? I wonder what damaged part of my psyche is responsible for that anomaly?”
“Not damaged. Jeez, just, ya know, interesting.”
“Oh I don’t know. It strikes me that your sex therapist mother would have a field day with your observation about restraint.” He held his arm aloft and pushed back the cuff of his coat sleeve, exposing his tattooed wrist.
“Right, good point. Like you were powerless so now you get off on being powerful, etcetera.”
“Something like that. I can’t say it’s wrong, either. The thought of holding you down while I fuck you senseless is incredibly appealing to me.”
“Yeah, you and me both, buddy,” I said, smiling weakly, hot wet heat burning low in my belly. “So is this fixed now? Is the awkward fixed?”
“Getting there,” he said.
“You’re right,” I said. “When I think about it. We’ve been tossing the power back and forth from the start. I mean, I chased you pretty hard didn’t I?”
“You did.” He nodded. “But I wouldn’t have been caught if I didn’t want to be.”
“Oh okay.” I scoffed. “Sure. I owned you from the word go.”
“A second ago you were arguing the opposite. Which is it?”
“No, you were arguing the opposite, not me.”
“No, I was arguing…wait. I don’t even know anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair, stopped walking, and crossed his arms over his chest. “What did you think of me when we first met? What was your analysis then? I want to know.”
I stopped walking and mimicked his pose. “Truth?”
“Always.”
“My very first impression… I thought you were this buttoned up, kind of shy, stuffy hot guy. I thought you’d fall down at my feet the minute I wanted you to.”
“Hmmm.”
“Yeah, obviously it didn’t happen that way. And to be honest, I’ve had a few bad moments when I’ve thought about how aggressively I was pursuing you. I mean, you told me to stop.”
“I did,” he said, nodding.
“And I didn’t stop,” I said, a wave of discomfort settling over me when I recalled my behavior.
“No. You pushed, that’s true. But when I pushed back, you stopped. Or you tried. But you didn’t get the chance, because after I asked you to stop, I—”
“Showed up at my club.”
“Yes.” He laughed. “And that, is when everything changed. After that night—”
“It was game on,” I said, laughing.
“Most definitely.” He smiled.
I grinned at him. My heart felt a mile wide, as open and turbulent as the sea beyond the
“If you call yourself stupid one more time I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you.”
“See!” I said, pointing at him with a grin. “Power trip!”
“No, that’s not this,” he said, smiling softly. He gestured between us. “That’s not what we have. We share the power and we toss it back and forth. We have since day one. I was just too stupid to see that at first.”
“Don’t call yourself stupid.” I grinned at him. “Or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
“Careful now,” he said, glancing at me sidelong, his expression fierce.
“Power trip.” I mouthed the words at him slowly, and grinned.
“See,” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair, “that’s us. That’s what we do. You tease me, and push my buttons, and I respond, putty in your hands.”
“As if!” I said. “That makes it sound like I get what I want. And I most definitely don’t get what I want.”
“No?” he said, arching an eyebrow. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he walked towards me again and I picked up my backwards amble down the beach.
“No, you tease me right back, tiger. You get me all worked up and then you torture me, make me wait for it.”
“Yes, you mentioned that already. Delayed gratification. What else?”
“You get off on watching me dance naked for other men. That’s pretty kinky.”
“Oh God. I did confess that, didn’t I? I wonder what damaged part of my psyche is responsible for that anomaly?”
“Not damaged. Jeez, just, ya know, interesting.”
“Oh I don’t know. It strikes me that your sex therapist mother would have a field day with your observation about restraint.” He held his arm aloft and pushed back the cuff of his coat sleeve, exposing his tattooed wrist.
“Right, good point. Like you were powerless so now you get off on being powerful, etcetera.”
“Something like that. I can’t say it’s wrong, either. The thought of holding you down while I fuck you senseless is incredibly appealing to me.”
“Yeah, you and me both, buddy,” I said, smiling weakly, hot wet heat burning low in my belly. “So is this fixed now? Is the awkward fixed?”
“Getting there,” he said.
“You’re right,” I said. “When I think about it. We’ve been tossing the power back and forth from the start. I mean, I chased you pretty hard didn’t I?”
“You did.” He nodded. “But I wouldn’t have been caught if I didn’t want to be.”
“Oh okay.” I scoffed. “Sure. I owned you from the word go.”
“A second ago you were arguing the opposite. Which is it?”
“No, you were arguing the opposite, not me.”
“No, I was arguing…wait. I don’t even know anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair, stopped walking, and crossed his arms over his chest. “What did you think of me when we first met? What was your analysis then? I want to know.”
I stopped walking and mimicked his pose. “Truth?”
“Always.”
“My very first impression… I thought you were this buttoned up, kind of shy, stuffy hot guy. I thought you’d fall down at my feet the minute I wanted you to.”
“Hmmm.”
“Yeah, obviously it didn’t happen that way. And to be honest, I’ve had a few bad moments when I’ve thought about how aggressively I was pursuing you. I mean, you told me to stop.”
“I did,” he said, nodding.
“And I didn’t stop,” I said, a wave of discomfort settling over me when I recalled my behavior.
“No. You pushed, that’s true. But when I pushed back, you stopped. Or you tried. But you didn’t get the chance, because after I asked you to stop, I—”
“Showed up at my club.”
“Yes.” He laughed. “And that, is when everything changed. After that night—”
“It was game on,” I said, laughing.
“Most definitely.” He smiled.
I grinned at him. My heart felt a mile wide, as open and turbulent as the sea beyond the
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