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His cheeks burn red, and he drops his gaze, hiding himself beneath his thick lashes. “No, I didn’t forget.”

“Did you do something naughty?” I whisper.

I wait for his denial, because my Kitten doesn’t strike me as a rule breaker, but instead he stays quiet.

“Boy, did you break the rule?” I growl, filling my words with stern authority.

“I didn’t touch myself,” he whimpers quietly.

He’s telling me the truth, I can tell already, but it’s not the whole truth. “But…” I trail off, waiting for him to tell me everything.

“I had a dream,” he finally admits.

“What kind of dream?” I ask, both tense and excited.

“The naughty kind,” he whispers.

“The wet kind?” I tease, smiling.

He shakes his head.

“What did you do after you woke up from your naughty dream?”

“I took a shower.”

“Was your pretty dick all hard?”

He nods solemnly.

“But you didn’t touch it?”

He shakes his head.

“But you did something, didn’t you?” There’s something about his innocent defiance that’s driving me crazy. My cock is so hard that if we were alone, I’d unfasten my pants just to give myself some space because right now the head is pressing firmly against my zipper.

He nods again.

“Tell me, Boy. Tell me what you did.” Pulling back, I let my hand fall away from his face, but I stay leaning into him, crowding him even though the table is between us.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he glances around like he’s worried we’ll be overheard.

“The water…” Pausing, he swallows thickly.

“Did you use the water on that tight little hole of yours?” I ask, imagining what he’d look like using the showerhead to tease his ass.

Shaking his head, his frantic eyes dart from side to side.

“Look at me,” I demand, and his gaze instantly lands on me. “Tell me.”

“It…I…just…”

He trails off, and it’s clear that as much as he wants to, he can’t say the words. He can’t tell me, and I want to laugh or groan, because how can my perfect man be so fucking cute? My taste in scene partners usually leans toward brats who I can tame, at least sexually anyway. Since Gabe, I’ve only done scenes or had one-night stands with guys, and then I just look for hotguys who are happy to bottom. But Henry isn’t a one-nighter, and he’s as far from a brat as you could get.

He’s innocent enough that even talking about sex genuinely embarrasses him. I want to push him, but I don’t know him well enough to know when my probing will turn into something darker. So instead, I smile, lean back, and chuckle softly. “When we take a shower next time, you can show me.”

His cheeks are crimson now, his entire being is visibly ruffled, and if we weren’t in a restaurant, I’d put him on my lap and kiss him until we were both breathless. Instead, I smile. “Too fucking cute.”

When the bouncy server arrives, she doesn’t bother flirting with me and instead quickly unloads our plates, then leaves, her attitude curt and sour.