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inappropriate. Sound fair?”
    “How about you look at the book, think about it, and if after this weekend you still want more ink, we’ll put it on together during regular working hours in front of witnesses?” Ryan bargained.
    Bradley nodded. “Fine. Just let me look before we go.” He could practically feel Ryan’s screaming need to escape this shop and him. He’s scared. Why is he so scared of wanting me ? Ryan went back under the desk and reemerged with a black binder.
    “Here you go. If you have questions, just let me know.”
    “So what is your favorite position?” Bradley asked, dead pan.
    Ryan snorted, but the corners of his mouth tilted upward in a smile. “Any questions about the book, smartass.”
    Bradley liked making him smile. Without preamble, he flipped the binder open and started thumbing through the odd script inside. Three pages in he found the symbol in his mind. He turned the book around and pointed to it. “I need this one.”
    Ryan frowned. “Why that one?”
    “I don’t know.” Bradley shrugged. “I see it in my head now. What does it mean?”
    “Did your little metaphysical buddy tell you that that one was what you needed?” Ryan asked, his voice a bit mocking.
    Sometimes Ryan could be a dick. Now was one of those times. “Screw you. It’s what I feel drawn to. What does it mean?”
    Ryan didn’t answer for a minute. Instead, he seemed to be examining Bradley’s face in hopes of discovering the answer written on his visage. “It means ‘wolf son.’ It’s one of the only symbols availables are allowed to use in that book. I’m choosing to look at it as a creepy coincidence. Let’s go.”
    “Wait, that doesn’t really tell me what it means,” Bradley protested as Ryan went down the hall into one of the closets and pulled out another jacket before tossing it to Bradley.
    “Wear that so I won’t freeze to death on the way back over to twenty-third street.”
    “You know I live over on twenty-third street?” Bradley asked.
    Ryan snorted. “Don’t get excited. I just entered in your address on the computer, remember?”
    “So what does ‘wolf son’ mean?”
    “It means I need to get you home and I need to go find my Alpha. Now drop it.”
    Bradley felt like stomping his foot like a little kid and throwing one hell of a tantrum. If Ryan thought for one minute that he would be bossed around without any information, he was sorely mistak—
    Ryan grabbed his face between his two large hands and tilted his head up for a kiss. An electric jolt went through Bradley’s body as their lips met. How long had he waited for this? He’s trying to shut me up . A part of him just snickered. It was effective. He’d give him that. He opened his mouth to admit the bold thrust of Ryan’s tongue. The man seemed to pour every ounce of frustration and lust into the kiss as their mouths mated in a blatant imitation of sex. The hard ridge of Ryan’s cock dug into the skin of Bradley’s stomach, and his own arousal was mashed against Ryan’s thick thigh.
    Ryan broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Bradley panting and dizzy. “The first thing to learn about being a submissive is to trust your Dominant. I need you to trust me to deal with things, Bradley, or else this is never going to work.”
    “Another kiss?” Bradley asked. If he got more of those glorious mind-fucks he would not need to think about anything ever again. He felt floaty, like he was in a wonderful dream or something. It made perfect sense to obey Ryan’s directive, to trust him with everything.
    “God, you hit sub space just from that?” Ryan rumbled, his hands going to Bradley’s hips and pulling him back flush against his body.
    “What’s that?” Bradley asked, nuzzling the other man’s firm chest. Fuck yes . This was where he belonged. Right here with Ryan, at the wolf’s feet.
    “Your eyes are dilated. Your breathing is almost to the point where it would be if you were meditating. Absolutely calm. Are you