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Toby fell silent, not that I’d expected any other response. Then he cleared his throat.

“And what if it didn’t?”

For a moment there I didn’t understand. “What?”

“What if… I went back to San Francisco, but I visit as often as I can, and we carry on.” He locked gazes with me. “With you as my submissive.”

Oh Lord, my heart.

“You mean it?”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t.”

My mind was already calculating. “But… could it work?” I sent up a silent prayer.Please, let it work. I need this to work, Lord.

Toby widened his eyes. “You’re askingme? I’ve never done this.”

“But you want to.” Hell, he’d come up with the idea, right?

“Okay, let’s be practical. There’d be a lot of distance between us.”

“Like a thousand miles at least.” I’d looked it up.

He nodded. “But if we want this to work, there are ways and means, all right? Phone sex, for one thing.” He peered at me. “You ever do much of that?”

“Never.” But Lord, I liked the prospect.

“Then there are video calls.” He grinned. “Calling you up on Skype, telling you to put in the prostate massager—then watching you squirm when I turn it on. Talking you through masturbating—”

“I do know how to do that,” I commented. “I was probably doing that before you were born. No—Iwasdoing it before you were born.”

“But you’d be following instructions. I could always leave you in restraint until I got back.” My mouth fell open, and he chuckled. “No, I willnotbe leaving you in a cock cage for weeks on end.” He grinned. “Although I love the idea.”

“Just how long were you planning on leaving between visits?”

“I don’t know, okay? I only know, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“How long?” I demanded.

His eyes met mine. “Since the first time we fucked.”

My skin tingled, and something fluttered deep in my belly. “That long?”

Another nod. “I wanted to see how things panned out between us before I mentioned the idea. But I don’t want you to be under any illusions here. It would takebothof us to make this work. Okay, so I won’t be here, but Iwillbe your Dom—if that’s what you want.

Warmth radiated through me. “You have to ask?”

Even in moonlight, I could see Toby’s smile light up his face. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

I brought my hand to his neck. “Kiss me, Sir?”

Toby didn’t reply, but leaned in, and our lips met in a slow kiss.

Kind of a sealing-the-deal kiss.

“I brought lube,” he murmured against my lips.

“I noticed.”