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flicked a surprise gaze at him. “You want another chance?”
    “Not at the club. At my place. Just the two of us.”
    “I don’t think…I don’t think I’m cut out for this,” Tanner admitted.
    “There’s more I want to know…about Jesse.”
    Tanner was stil guarded, but he was a man of his word—Damon was counting on that…needed to make al of this
    right somehow.
    “I can do that. The rest…I don’t know,” Tanner said.
    “Why?”
    “Look, it’s not my scene, al right? I’m not a sub. I’m not a bottom.”
    Damon stared at the boy as the picture of him bound and spread and coming flashed before his eyes.
    He’d been out of the game for longer than he’d realized. That—and the fact that Jesse had clouded his judgment—
    because he should’ve realized from the second he’d met the boy that Tanner thought he was a top. Damon knew,
    from the second he met the unarguably alpha male, that he wasn’t. How to convince him was another issue in itself. “You
    sure about that?”
    Tanner shrugged like it was no big deal, but the casualness of the gesture didn’t match the confusion in his eyes.
    “Yeah, I am. Nothing wrong with it, though. I just prefer being in control.”
    Damon leaned in and put a hand around the back of Tanner’s neck, waiting for the man to resist.
    He didn’t, and Damon rubbed the heated skin, stil damp from a recent shower. He pul ed Tanner a little closer
    although the boy tugged back a little.
    Damon tugged harder, told him, “No, baby—you’d prefer someone to take al that control from you until you’re
    moaning like a sweet little bitch.”
    Tanner’s jaw dropped and his eyes glazed slightly, like Damon had just revealed his deepest, darkest fantasy. Al
    Damon needed to do was to step back a little and glance downward to see that Tanner’s cock had turned traitor. When
    Damon dragged his eyes back to Tanner’s face, Tanner’s cheeks had flushed in tandem.
    It was al he could do not to take the boy inside and fuck him on the floor, but he let his hand slip away from the boy’s
    neck reluctantly. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
    “No,” Tanner agreed, not believing it, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck where Damon’s hand had been. And
    he was stil hard. “It’s just something I’m not.”
    Tanner would insist that until Damon proved it otherwise, so for now, he didn’t press it. “That’s why it was hard for you
    to walk into the club and submit.”
    “Wel , that and bringing up Jesse.” Tanner shook his head as though saying the name was as hard for him as it was
    for Damon.
    “You were close.”
    “We were on the same team. Leave no man behind.”
    “You didn’t leave him behind, Tanner.”
    Tanner didn’t answer and Damon knew that, no matter what he told the boy, he’d believe he somehow let Jesse
    down.
    Damon knew that better than anyone. “Tomorrow night—after midnight. My loft’s above the club—
    you can use the private entrance in the back. Be prepared to stay the weekend.”
    He turned and headed back to his truck before Tanner could say anything, before he could turn Damon down,
    because suddenly Damon wanted nothing more than Tanner.

Chapter Three
    The music was loud, the rooms dark, and the Underground was just what Tanner needed tonight, his cock half-hard
    from the second he walked into this club that was nothing like Crave. The crowd was typical y out of control and bad shit
    could happen to men who weren’t careful here.
    Tonight, he didn’t feel like being careful. That in itself was dangerous but his adrenaline—his need to erase last night
    and Damon from his mind—made him race to the point of not caring.
    He needed pleasure and if that had to mix with pain to satisfy him, so be it.
    Pain brought him back to Damon—the spanking bench and how hard he’d come and how much he hated both
    himself and Damon for it. How his sleep wa s broken with dreams fil ed with Damon instead o f hi s usual