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some of the spices in the soup.”
    He plucked a chunk of bread from the basket she offered,
grumbling about the fact he really needed to stop this habit of befriending
stubborn, obstinate women who wouldn’t let him just take care of himself.
    He was a grown man for fuck’s sake.
    He could take care of himself.

Chapter Two
     
    Tony Fitzgerald was in trouble.
    Trouble that had the name Dade Ellingson scrawled all over
it with thick black marker.
    Being in trouble was nothing new but the corner he’d wedged
himself into this time had certainly taken the cake. A Saturday afternoon
behind the register at his comic book store, 616, hadn’t even been enough to
cheer him up. The looming dinner with friends was clouding his mind too much to
find any sort of joy in his normal routine.
    He wanted to go as much as he didn’t.
    He tugged off his glasses, rubbing at his burning eyes.
Normally he loved coming to work every day. Opening his shop, being welcomed by
the chaos of colors, pop art and stacks of musty comic books always sent a
thrill of pleasure through him. He’d been delighted by all of those things
since he was a young boy. So having the opportunity to make a living doing
something he loved was gratifying in more ways than one.
    Going through the motions of closing the store was usually
cathartic for him. A pattern in the flow of his life that brought him stability
and comfort. He loved coming to work each day. Loved seeing the delight on
young children’s faces as they burst through the door, ready to spend the money
burning a hole in their pockets. Loved chatting with a group of local teenagers
who made the comic book store their daily hangout. And, as boring at it
sounded, he even loved cataloging the inventory when it arrived like clockwork
each Tuesday.
    He made a halfhearted attempt to tally the cash drawer. But
he knew it would be the same amount in the morning. As he stowed the money bag
in the safe he thought about how much he loved the small town he’d grown up in.
That he’d promised to someday raise a family in. But even more than all those
things, Tony loved his wife. He considered himself a damn lucky man to have
someone love him right back.
    He loved the fact Genevieve was such an adventurous free
spirit. She’d introduced him to a lifestyle he’d only fantasized about. Showed
him how to use the power he wielded to his advantage. She pushed him to want
more from himself. From her. They sought new adventures together, experiencing
the rush of ecstasy he never would have thought possible with someone.
    Everything was perfect.
    Almost.
    He loved his wife with all his heart. She was the perfect
woman for him. Something he recognized all the way to the marrow of his bones.
He couldn’t imagine spending the rest of his life with anyone else.
    So why in the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about Dade?
    He wasn’t sure what bothered him the most. The fact he was
sexually attracted to Dade or the fact his thoughts were growing more frequent.
Not to mention pornographic. So explicit, in fact, he’d made himself blush a
few times. An odd reaction considering the fact Tony wasn’t a stranger to sex.
    He was a Dom for fuck’s sake, and Genevieve was his
submissive. Had been since before they’d gotten married. Given both of their
appetites for sex, he and Genevieve had their fair share of adventure both in
an out of the bedroom. But approaching her and confessing he was thinking about
sucking another guy’s dick?
    Yeah, like that’d happen.
    There was a better likelihood Superman would come out of the
closet.
    Twenty-five minutes after he engaged the fancy alarm system
Allison Conners had installed for him at 616, he stood outside his wife’s
storefront. Like his business, Genevieve had built the restaurant and attached
bakery from small beginnings.
    There was something fascinating about listening to her share
her story of how she’d started baking as a young girl, holding real tea parties
for her