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I felt good.

And I felt his lips…

His tongue…

His fingers…

“Such a pretty ass and it’s just mine.” Casimir made a greedy sound as he nuzzled against me and his tongue flicked over my hole. “We’re going to need more of these, baby.”

Eyelids dropping, I moaned as his tongue teased me with faint flicks of his tongue and gentle kisses. Everything in me wanted to push back and fuck myself on his tongue, and it took every ounce of control I had to keep myself still.

And judging by Casimir’s giggle, he knew just how much I wanted him to do dirty things to me. “I’m so glad I already came…otherwise I’d never have the willpower to take you out to dinner before I take this sexy ass.”

Fuck.

Chapter 19

Casimir

“Don’t look now, but I think we’re being watched.” From several angles possibly, but that might’ve been because Atlee was sexy as fuck. “A couple…man and woman. They’re to your right and he’s nearly halfway out of his seat he’s so intent on figuring out what we’re doing.”

Atlee sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “That’s probably Brandon. He’s the idiot from work I told you about.”

“Ah, LGBT guy.” Atlee’s nod made me smile. “I’m not going to point out how weird the people around you are.”

“Thank you.” Rolling his eyes, he shifted just enough that I knew he could see our audience. “I don’t need the reminder.”

The way he sighed out his dramatic response had me trying not to laugh. “So Brandon?”

“Yes.” Giving up being subtle, he deliberately scanned the room for the first time in a while. “And a few other random people I know.”

Nothing in his reaction said he was having some kind of gay crisis about it, but I shifted to a more friend pose and raised one eyebrow. “How do you want to handle this?”

I was good either way, but Atlee looked confused as he turned back to me. “Handle what? Are they making you uncomfortable? I won’t be able to hold Brandon back. He’s about thirty seconds from curiosity exploding out of him and he’ll just land on the table.”

Atlee’s dry tone had me imagining Brandon actually ending up on the table and I had to fight back laughter. “I don’t mind meeting new people or being stared at, but I wasn’t sure how you wanted to play things.”

He’d asked me to date him and basically help out him, but it was the first time we’d confronted that idea head-on.

Looking even more confused, his head cocked. “I don’t understand the problem.”

He was adorable.

“No problem here.” Relaxing back in my seat, I stretched my leg out again so I could go back to resting it against his. “I’m just going to follow your lead if they come over, though.”

I was his Dom in private, not in restaurants.

At least, that was how it’d worked so far.

Atlee continued to surprise me with how easily he accepted a lot about his submission, but I wasn’t sure when we’d run into an interesting reaction. With most men that would involve their friends and coworkers, but I should’ve remembered Atlee never did anything conventionally.

“Alright.” Nodding to himself, he glanced down at the table. “If he starts coming over, just wrap your hand around your glass to brace it. He has no concept of personal space.”

He really was worried about that guy landing on the table.

“Oh, and they’re both kind of odd.” Blinking curiously, Atlee looked like he was mentally sorting through a math problem where trains were meeting in the middle. “Um, maybe like us but different?”

That was unexpected…but again, knowing Atlee, it shouldn’t have been.