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“I just have to say that their storiesabout you randomly cockblocking them are my favorite.” Bradley’s wicked grinwas contagious. “Fess up, how often was it on purpose?”

I snorted. “Every damned time. They madeout in the craziest places and were just asking to get caught. But I’m startingto realize that getting caught probably wouldn’t have bothered Tanner.”

It was always fun to fuck with Shane.

“He’s a bit more responsible than Austin,but as long as he knew it was safe, yeah, he’d have gotten a thrill out of it.But fessing up to that probably wasn’t something he was willing to do in thebeginning.” Bradley took a sip of his drink as he paused.

“I’m pretty sure after Sunday there were alot of discussions.” It wasn’t a surprise when Bradley nodded in response.

“Yes, I’ve been busy this week so I haven’thad a chance to grill anyone yet, but Austin has and he said that everyone’sfessing up to a few things, but it’s all fine.” Something about his expressionbrought my thoughts back to Sunday when we’d been talking in the house.

“You said you didn’t want to talk aboutthis the other day, but is your relationship with the guys part of what youweren’t ready to talk about when I asked you about being spanked?” Bradley’seyes darted around at the question, but I wasn’t worried. We were at one of myfavorite steakhouses and the owner was in the lifestyle too, so he understoodprivacy and had instilled that in his staff and when he’d designed the layout.

The groan he let out said I was right. Butthere was just enough drama in it that I wasn’t worried. “Yes, we’ve beenfriends for so long that we’re just going to say that some barriers have comedown.”

If he didn’t want to confess who’d spankedhim, that was fine.

“I think you guys have a greatrelationship.” Then, just to make sure he knew I wasn’t going to drive himcrazy about it, I had to tease. “Especially the relationship Wade and Dakotahave.”

I waggled my eyebrows as he snorted.

But I didn’t want to seem like too much ofan asshole, so I switched topics again. “I’ve got some basic mockups done ofwhat the site could look like. Do you want to set a time to look at those inperson later this week or do you want me to email you some links?”

He handled the jump in topic like a pro.“We can look at that after dinner if that works best for you.”

“Nope, I’m on a date.” I gave him a sternglare. “No work. Just play.”

Something around his eyes tightened, and Icould feel the mood change as his desire flared to life again. What hadchanged? The word “play”?

“We’ve got things to talk about before wehave too much fun, though.” The barest hint of a pout to his lips had megrinning. “I plan on hitting some of those important points tonight and havinga delightful first kiss with the fascinating omega in front of me.”

Yep, the lip was desperately trying to comeout, but he was too stern to let it escape.

“A kiss goodnight like a conventional firstdate?” He clearly hadn’t been hoping for that outcome.

“Yes, but conventional with some uniquequestions.” I tried to hold back a grin when he narrowed his eyes at me, but Iwasn’t terribly successful. “What did we say about your manners?”

I could see his brain whirling like acarnival ride, but he pulled back some of the drama.

“Talking is important.” He made a show oftaking another sip of his drink, trying to look casual.

“Especially when anything like BDSM is anaspect of a relationship. The only reason I took things as far as I did the otherday without stopping to have a long conversation was that I knew you’d tell meto fuck off if I overstepped things.” I shook my head when he started to grin.

He was the most unique sub I’d ever met.

One of the most unique omegas I’d ever mettoo.

“I hate it when people use logic on me toget what they want.” He was so cute when he was trying to be grumpy.

I grinned. “I like being right, so I do mybest to be right as often as I can.”

He huffed. “Asshole.”

I was starting to see that term as anendearment.

Was that how the rest of the guys felt?

“You’re so sweet.” I leaned over and cuppedhis cheek. “But sweet things like that aren’t going to get you what you wantuntil we talk.”