Page 14 of The Year of Us: March

“It’s a huge part of who I am,” I answered honestly. “If that’s not who I am, then…”

“Then you’re still Reese Rollins. Still a bartender with the most comfortable apartment I’ve ever seen. Still the best kisser I’ve ever kissed, the best…” Cory trailed off, bringing my mouth to his and sealing our lips together. He kissed me softly, with no sense of urgency or concern, no ticking clock, no deadline to be met.

“The best what?” I murmured.

Cory smiled against my mouth. “Best fuck.”

Something about his confession hurt me more than his hands or a toy ever could. I fought back a grimace, trying to focus on the way his mouth made me feel like flying.

“Being a dominant is the least obvious thing about you,” Cory said.

“It’s the most obvious thing about you,” I said back.

“Debatable, maybe.” He kissed his way down my jaw, back to my neck, up to the sensitive spot behind my ear. My cock twitched in his hand and I closed my eyes again.

“I want to see you in action.”

“Hmn?”

“I know you treat me different when you turn it on,” he whispered, “because you’re trying to prove a point. I want to see you in your element. Want to know why this means so damn much to you.”

“Are you seriously asking me to be with another man?”

“No.” He nipped my earlobe. “I’m asking you to dominate another man. And I’m asking you to let me watch.”

Does Cory get to watch when April rolls around?