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Chapter 16

Preston

We’d missed our reservations at the upscale restaurant I’d planned on taking him to, but that hadn’t mattered to either of us. As I sat there watching him lick the spoon he’d been eating the brownie-style dessert with, I remembered the sounds he’d made when he’d been stretched across my lap. They were so similar, my dick couldn’t tell the difference and kept trying to insist Casey was turned on, not hungry.

No more brownies for him when we were out in public.

The small mom-and-pop-style restaurant wasn’t as fancy as the one I’d planned to take him to, but evidently, the desserts were good enough to make up for that.

After he’d collapsed into my arms, sexy and spent, it’d taken him a while to mentally come back to me. He’d curled close and made sweet little sounds but hadn’t actually spoken for a long time. His simple “Thank you, Sir” had made my heart clench.

By the time he’d started to stir, and we’d both gotten cleaned up, I’d known that we would need a new plan for dinner. I’d managed to keep him from getting cum on his shirt or my pants, but the tissues I’d been able to reach hadn’t been enough to clean either of us up.

I’d expected some of Casey’s embarrassment to flare up once the desire had faded, but he’d just been sweet and cuddly, looking up at me like I’d hung the moon. Part of me had wanted to keep him wrapped up in bed all night, but the more responsible side remembered promising him a night out. I also wanted him to see that there was more to our relationship than just dirty talk and orgasms.

I was starting to regret that decision.

“If you orgasm because of that chocolate I might just spank you right here.” Maybe I should have been more subtle, but his sounds were making me so hard, all I wanted to do was pull him close and watch him come apart again.

Casey paused mid-lick, and the way his tongue flicked out and then back in his mouth made me moan. “You’re killing me.”

His brows scrunched up, and he set the spoon down beside the nearly empty bowl. “What?”

His confusion was so honest I had to chuckle. Leaning over in the booth, I kissed his cheek and smiled. “You’ve basically been making love to that dessert while I watch. This is taking food porn to a whole new level.”

Casey blushed a bright red and laughed but didn’t seem upset. “I was not. It was just good.”

Oh, he had. I reached over and stroked down his face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He nodded, leaning into my touch. “It was all really good.”

Pushing the bowl away, Casey sighed and scooted closer until his arm was pressed against mine and he could rest his head on my shoulder. “Are you sure you didn’t want any dessert?”

He’d felt awkward when the waiter had talked about the desserts. He’d asked for the chocolate brownie one but I hadn’t wanted anything, making him start to second-guess his decision. I’d insisted he get whatever he wanted, and I was glad I’d pushed because he’d clearly enjoyed every mouthful of it.

“No, I’m fine. My pasta was delicious and more than I was expecting. I’m still full.” I smiled and turned to kiss his forehead before dropping my voice. “Besides, you got a lot of…exercise earlier and needed the fuel.”

He chuckled and tucked his head against my shoulder, groaning. “You can’t say that here.”

“What?” I gave him an innocent smile as he peeked up at me. “I can’t talk about all thecardioyou got? I was impressed with your…stamina.”

He gave me another groan, clearly finding my humor lacking, and shook his head. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m wonderful. I remember you saying that very thing just an hour or so ago.” I laughed as Casey rubbed his hands over his face and tried to figure out how to respond.

He finally settled on trying to change the topic. Giving me a shy smile, he bumped his shoulder into mine. “I hear the weather is supposed to be nice this week.”

It was my turn to groan. “Alright, I won’t tease—while we’re here, at least.”

Casey’s smile widened, and he did his best to give me a very innocent but suspiciously fake expression. “I didn’t say anything about teasing. I don’t know what you mean.”

Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around him. “Oh, no. You may not use that innocent sweetness against me.”

His smile turned cheeky. “But you like it.”

I groaned. “Because you’re so sexy when you blush and get that quiet, squirmy look.”

He blushed again bashfully but didn’t seem too nervous about the turn the conversation had taken. Casey couldn’t seem to decide what to say, but he was pleased, so I smiled and kissed his forehead again.