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Butch’s euphoric expression turned to confusion once again. “W-what is that?” He leaned down for a closer look, only to straighten with an amused sigh. “That goes on my dick, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does.” I licked my lips, enjoying this exchange immensely. “I didn’t know your actual ring size, so thought I’d start with a moreadjustablealternative before we go to Cartier tomorrow for something that matches.”

“Is it gonna… hurt?” Butch asked, his eager gaze fixed on the 18 karat yellow gold cock ring with channel set princess-cut diamonds.

Only the best for myinventus.

“No,” I chuckled, rising so I could deliver a sloppy kiss. “I got the XXXL size, so it will only strangle that thick cock just enough. We can’t have you popping off like a two-pump chump later tonight just because you’re finally in my ass.”

Butch’s head swiveled so fast I was surpriseditdidn’t pop off and roll away. “For real? Tonight? Please don’t mess with me. Xan. I don’t think I can take any more teasing.”

Oh, you’ll take it.

“Yes.Tonight.”I laughed, even if it was partly to mask my own nerves.

Good little student that he was, Butch had been stretching me for weeks now—with his fingers and my ‘murder weapon’ plugs—although it wasn’t the size of his monster cock that concerned me.

This act would demolish the final barrier still remaining between us, and although I’d already put my full trust in him, I still got squirrelly thinking about it.

Intimacy issues don’t just go away overnight.

The truth was, there was nothing I wanted more. That I’d ever believed I couldn’t be close and open with another person seemed ridiculous at this point. Even if I didn’t realize it at the time, my misguided insistence on facing life alone had disappeared the moment this hottie himbo entered my life.

How did I get so lucky?

“So… we’re going home right away, right?” Butch was crowding me against the low brick wall at the edge of the roof, his hard cock desperately straining toward me and its fancy new bling.

Oh, sweetheart—have we met?

“No,” I stated, drinking in his growl of frustration like the smoothest bourbon. “I bought us tickets to go seeThe Rocky Horror Showon stage. The London cast is in town and I simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Richard O’Brien revive his role as Riff Raff. It felt appropriate, sinceyourfirst time was after we went to see Kai debut on stage, remember?”

Since the only reply I was getting out of Butch was his Captain Masculine Blue Steel stare, I went in for the kill. “Oh, and speaking of Kai. She’ll be joining us with her new girlfriend—the one shereallywants us to meet.”

Gotcha.

He hung his head with a groan before rallying. “Fine. Fine. I’ll do it for Kai,andbecause I know how much you love torturing me.”

I shot him a decidedly villainous grin. “Guilty. Although, I believeyoulove it as well, baby.”

Butch bit his bottom lip, his pretty blue eyes sparkling. “I do love it. I love everything you do—especially when you call me baby.”

“Good boy,” I replied, delivering a playful pat on his glorious ass. “My car is downstairs, and I brought civilian clothes for us to change into. But first… You still haven’t given me your answer to my marriage proposal, sweetheart.”

The sparkle in his eyes turned mischievous. “You know what the answer will always be, Xan… but I don’t think I’m going to say it out loud until I’m buried in that tight virgin hole.”

What a fucking brat.

“Well played,” I sighed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the stairs. “C’mon, baby, let’s go edge ourselves a bit more before the verybiggrand finale.”

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