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    I raise my head, stare into his eyes. “I’d like that, too. But I won’t be ordered around like a mindless kid. Yeah, you’re older, probably wiser, but I have to make mistakes. I can’t have you bulldozing me at every turn. Yeah, I fucked up, but I need to fuck up. Do I want some power exchange? Age-play? Fuck, yeah. Just, not all the time. I can’t feel like you’re ruling everything.”
    “I don’t want to rule everything, Tev. It’s just...” He rests his forehead against mine. “I want your pleasure to be mine. I get your job. I don’t like it, but it’s what you do and I can’t stop you. But coming on stage? I’d prefer that you don’t do that.”
    I grin. “Then you can’t come watch me. Cause that’s all I can think about when you’re around. All these muscles tense for me... Mmm... ”
    “You’re an imp.”
    “Your imp?” I mean, it sounds like that’s what he wants. Okay, sometimes I just a lot of reassurance. A lot.
    “Yeah. Age-play. Condoms, no fluids, only bruises and no sharing. I can do it all, want to do it all to you. Can’t wait.”
    “Me either.” It’s the truth. We had a hiccup before there was even a “we” to speak of, but I think we’ve got a start.
    “Stay? It’s late. You live in a crappy neighborhood.” He brushes his lips across mine, need rising with each passing second.
    “It’s not crappy.” My voice is a whisper, not wanting him to stop.
    “ Mmm... ”
    It’s not really an answer, but I’m too caught up in the kiss now.
    It’s gentle, sweet, passionate yet tender. He nips my lower lip and I open to him. Zeke licks the entrance to my mouth, seeming to enjoy my taste, before he delves inside, touching every part of me. I moan and sink into him even further, drink him in, our tongues stroking and playing. Gentle. There’s no fight for dominance, just wave after wave of rising arousal as he seduces me.
    And I let him.
    With every passing moment, the heat grows between us and I can feel my cock growing hard within my jeans, making them tight. I shift, unable to remain still, aching and wanting him more than I can say. He does it for me. Him. Zeke. Big man with gentle hands. Hands that will probably punish me but never in anger. Never.
    My dick’s throbbing in time with my accelerated heart beat and I’m sure a wet spot is forming. I don’t care. I’ll deal with it later. I’m staying with him and that’s all that matters right now.
    I wrap my arms around his neck, one hand sifting through his short hair, pulling him closer, searching out every bit of his essence I can find. Want it all. Every drop of him.
    With no warning, Zeke breaks the kiss, forehead against mine, breathing hard. “Bedroom. Please, let me take you to the bedroom, Tevin. Need a flat surface. Don’t care if this is all we do, but I need you somewhere other than this couch.”
    Yeah. Only I want a lot more than kissing. I want to play. I want... “Yes...” I lick my lips, hoping he’ll go along, give me what I need. “Yes, Daddy.”
    God damn, but I almost come.
    A shudder travels through his body and I hope that he’s feeling the same things I am.
    Zeke strokes my cheek with one fingertip, traveling to my lip and outlining my mouth. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
    Fuckity, fuck.
    I’ll come. If he touches me right now, I’ll come in my jeans. Swear. To. God.
    “Not today, Daddy.” I nibble my lower lip and the growing tears in my eyes aren’t all fake.
    “I forgave you though, didn’t I?”
    I nod, but I think I need more and I hope he can see that.
    “Do you need a spanking, little one?” His voice drops, passion flaring bright.
    “I think I do.” My voice is barely a whisper and I can’t wait to feel his palm on my ass.
    He shifts to stand and I crawl from the couch, cock tenting my jeans. “First door on the left.” He points down the hall. “Naked and ready. I’ll get some water.”
    I shuffle off to do as he bids, trepidation