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  1. Table of Contents
  2. The Menagerie
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Chapter 1: The Menagerie
  6. Chapter 2: Malcolm
  7. Chapter 3: Wants and Needs
  8. Chapter 4: Two Pieces of a Puzzle
  9. Chapter 5: The Loving Dom
  10. Chapter 6: Mistakes and Promises
  11. Chapter 7: Tongue Tied
  12. Chapter 8: The Shape of You
  13. Chapter 9: Red and Green
  14. Chapter 10: Release
  15. Chapter 11: Choke Me
  16. Epilogue
  17. Keep Reading for an Exclusive Excerpt from If You Let Me by Saria Bryant, Coming This Summer from Dreamspinner Press
  18. CHAPTER ONE
  19. CHAPTER TWO
  20. CHAPTER THREE
  21. About the Author
  22. By J.P. Caruso
  23. Visit Dreamspinner Press
  24. Copyright

Really, the way it actually happened tells Rowan a lot about the kind of person Mal is and about what’s going on in his mind. Because when he’s at his most vulnerable, when he’s seeking comfort and reassurance and familiarity, he seeks out a kiss, whether or not he had done so knowingly.

And God, Rowan wanted it so fucking badly. Already, after only a few weeks. After only five sessions together, not counting the gangbang. But he’d never forgive himself if he let it continue, and Mal might not have either when he regained his senses.

I’ll knock you out if you try to kiss me. That’s what Mal said at the gangbang a month and a half ago. Rowan could practically feel the hostility in his tone at the time.

He can’t help but wonder if he was like this with his last Dom too, or if it’s only with Rowan. He thinks back to a few weeks ago—how Mal implied that Rowan had been the first Dom he’d let call him Mal rather than Malcolm.

And the way he’d reacted after the kiss… completely shutting down, even though he’d talked about it with Rowan.

Well. It makes Rowan’s heart ache, is all.

The vulnerability that Mal had shown earlier that night during their scene had been all but completely replaced with stoicism by the time they’d discussed the kiss. They’d been doing so well too. Their forward progress may have been limited to baby steps with the occasional baby leap, but it was still progress. Now it feels like they’ve gone backward. And for the first time in a long time, Rowan doesn’t see a clear path forward.

It’s nearing noontime, and Rowan hasn’t heard anything from Mal, so he caves and texts him.

[RC] Hey, you feeling okay?

By the time Rowan’s getting ready for bed later that night, Mal still hasn’t texted him back.

Chapter 7: Tongue Tied

IT ISN’T until late on Monday when Rowan is already in bed that Mal finally texts him back.

[MS] sorry had some shit going on

[MS] i’m good

[MS] thanks for checking

Rowan wants to shout at him. Fucking deck him, actually. Because what the fuck? Mal may be the more experienced of the two of them, but what the hell gives him the right to stress the fuck out of Rowan? Rowan’s been fucking pacing the past two days, waiting to hear back from him. Jesus, he’s lucky he hasn’t had an episode over this.

He’s not some goddamn side piece, here.

[RC] What the fuck Mal?

[RC] You couldn’t have texted that 2 days ago??

[MS] i said sorry man. had shit to deal with