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Not that I’d had many.

But with his kiss, there was no room forsecond-guessing or fear. The way his hands held me made me feel safe, and theway his tongue stroked against mine chased everything from my mind but desireand need.

When he finally pulled away, I leaned inand took one more kiss—a quick peck that made him smile and run his hand overmy head before caressing down my neck. “You may have as many kisses as youlike. Especially when you ask for them that sweetly.”

I was doing my best not to blush, but Icould feel an embarrassed smile spreading across my face. “What about askingnicely for other things?”

He shook his head, but the sexy look on hisface said there was nothing to worry about. “Not yet. I want to take you out todinner first and give you a chance to think.”

Unfortunately it was logical, but before Icould tell him that, he gave me another kiss and a devilish grin that sent ashiver through me. “Then if you want to spend more time at the club, or even atmy house or yours, I’ll give you a chance to beg for more.”

Every time I thought I couldn’t get anyharder, he took things to another level completely.

Nodding, I had to swallow several timesbefore words would come out. “You really want to date? Like just normal datetoo?”

It was a weak question that probably mademe look ridiculous, but he simply smiled and nodded. “Yes, I want to do both. Iwant to get to know the everyday you that gripes about work as well as exploreyour submission and figure out everything that turns you on, even when it makesyou nervous.”

I had a feeling that was going to describea lot of things.

“Then I get to beg?” My tone was dry, buthe laughed.

“Oh yes, then I’ll happily make you beg.”

He was going to make me come if he keptsaying sexy shit like that.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that,especially since it didn’t seem like an orgasm was on the table for the timebeing, so I gave in to the urge that had been pushing at me since he’d firsttaken my hand. I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder.

Porter wrapped his arms even tighter aroundme, and I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. He was so cute when hedid that. The sexy Dom turned tender. It made me wonder what other sides to himI hadn’t seen yet. “Come on, baby. Let’s go back out and sit down for a while.Unless you have to go soon?”

I shook my head, and that was enough forhim. “Alright, then. One more question. Do you want to sit next to me while wetalk or do you want to kneel for me?”

I didn’t know if it should’ve been a harddecision or not, but I wasn’t ready for things to move to a more traditionaldating feel yet. “Kneel. I want you to still be…Sir.”

That didn’t seem like the right word, but Ididn’t have a better title for him yet.

“I would like that.” His hand stroked overmy head again as I straightened, then settled under my chin so I was lookinginto his face again. “If my taking charge, even in a more traditional datingsituation, makes you more comfortable or just happier, let me know.”

Porter gave me a teasing smile, stroking mycheek again. “I don’t want to make you feel smothered, so I might err on theside of caution a bit too much…but controlling you will never make me unhappy.”

That made me chuckle, and I nodded, leaninginto his touch. “Fair warning, though, I might forget.”

That didn’t seem to bother him.

His grin turned wicked, and I had to resistthe urge to grind my dick against him. “Then I’ll have to find ways ofreminding you that I don’t mind being in control.”

I wasn’t sure if that turned me on or mademe nervous…probably both, but I nodded and tried not to look too eager tofigure out what he meant by that. It would probably be sexy, but jumping inheadfirst might not be the right idea.

Not that I was sure we were taking thingsslow.

Could people go fast without even havingsex?

Porter smiled and gave me an innocent peckbefore finally pulling away and taking my hand. “Come on. Let’s see if we cango turn off your brain for a few minutes.”

That made me grin. “How did you know I wasstarting to overthink?”

He scoffed playfully. “I’m your Dom. Ofcourse I can tell when you’re overthinking.”

My Dom.