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loved who didn't go crazy.
Jeff kissed him slowly. "So, six o'clock? We'll eat and then play?"
"As long as the boss doesn t call."
"You could always say you're busy..."
"Xavier wouldn't believe me." He wasn't ever busy.
"Maybe I should have a talk with him."
Paul's lips parted. "What? Why?"
"So that he'll believe you when you tell him you're busy."
"I. I. Okay? Really?"
Jeff sat up and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over. "Call him for me."
"Right now?" He felt... like he was on a roller coaster.
"That's up to you. I'd like to do it now, but if you're not comfortable..."
"I make Doms crazy." The words bubbled out of him.
Jeff nodded. "You make me crazy with lust."
He winced but tried to smile and keep things light. He didn't want to make anyone crazy.
Jeff nodded at the phone. "So do you want me to talk to Xavier?"
"Uh-huh. I think so. If it doesn't fuck things up."
"It won't -- you're not asking him never to call you, only to believe you those times you tell him
you're busy."
"I don't know what to do. I'm sorry." This was hard.
"I do. Call Xavier, introduce me, and I'll talk to him."
His fingers were trembling -- a little violently, to be honest -- as he dialed the phone. Please.
Please, don't be mad at me. Please don't anyone be nasty.
Jeff rubbed his belly, fingers stroking gently.
Xavier's voice sounded. "Hey, Paulie, what's up? You're not scheduled for two days."
"I. I have someone that wants to talk to you, and his name is Jeff."
"Okay..."
Jeff took the phone from him. "Hi, Xavier. It's Jeff. I'm a member at the club and the new manager
over at Devon's house. Do you remember-- Oh, good, you do. I just wanted to let you know that Paul
and I are seeing each other, so if you call because you need him in, and he says no, that'll be why."
Jeff laughed softly. "That's what he said, and why I thought I should call. Okay. Thanks, Xavier.
Talk to you later."
Jeff hung up and smiled at him. "There. Taken care of. If you tell Xavier you're busy, he'll believe
you."
"Oh. Okay." Did that mean Jeff was his Dom? A sense of panic hit him in the pit of his stomach.
"Hey, hey." Jeff cupped his cheeks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine. Do you want some more coffee?" He couldn't... this was all too fucked
up.
"You need to talk to me if there's a problem, Paul. I can see it in your face."
How the hell could he admit that he ruined Doms? That every person who had ever loved him went
crazy?
When he didn't say anything, Jeff gave him a tight hug. "Just promise me you'll safeword if you need
to, okay? You need to talk to me then."
"I promise. I do." Somehow he thought that Jeff would be the one that needed a safeword, from
him.
Jeff beamed at him. "Good."
He thought Jeff would kiss him again, but the man's cell phone went off and Jeff rolled his eyes
instead. "Okay. It looks like duty is calling. You'll come to my place at six?"
"I'll be there." He wanted to be there.
"Me, too." Jeff did kiss him then, tongue sliding along his lips in a brief, touching caress.
Then Jeff was gone, no doubt to avert the next catastrophe someone in the house had started.
Now Paul just had to work, really hard, on not fucking Jeff up.
Chapter Four
Jeff spent the day putting out fires -- one of them literal -- and getting to meet the majority of the
residents of Dev's House of Subs as he'd come to think of it. They were all good boys for the most
part, if prone to drama. What could you expect, though, from a house with a couple dozen guys who
were all looking for a top of their own?
Jeff enjoyed them, and some of their antics made him smile and laugh right out loud. Now, though,
it was time to get to know Paul better. Any minute now there would be a knock, and it made tingles
move along his spine.
When it came, the knock was quiet, almost like Paul was afraid to be heard. Smiling, he threw open
the door, eager to see Paul again.
Paul was standing there, a Bundt cake in his hands. "No one called."
Jeff's smile got wider. "Excellent. Come on in."
"I didn't know whether you liked lemon or chocolate, so I made strawberry."
He laughed, utterly delighted. "I like strawberry." He took Paul's arm and drew him in, closing and
locking the door.
"I left my phone in my room." Oh, impressive.
"Thank you." He kissed Paul, unable to resist.
Paul trembled in his arms, but those lips opened, parted for him. The man was so sweet and lovely.
He slipped his tongue in, fucking Paul's mouth.
"Don't... don't make me drop your cake."
"I'd hate to do that to all your hard work." He grabbed the cake from Paul and took another kiss.
Jeff reached over, slid the cake on the kitchen pass through, focusing on the sweet, open mouth.
With both hands free, he was able to slide them down along Paul's back until he was grabbing Paul's
ass. He squeezed, groaning at the fit of it against his palms. He wanted to heat the sweet cheeks, have
Paul over his lap. Then he wanted to watch Paul walk around with his ass aching and red as they
made and ate supper together.
He drew Paul over to the couch in his living room. His sweet lover followed, both of them still
sharing lazy kisses. Sitting, he drew Paul down onto his lap, his hands moving over the slender body.
"Hey." Paul smiled for him, pushing into his hands.
"Did you have a good day?" Jeff asked, fingers finding the bottom of Paul's shirt and pulling it out
of his waistband.
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