He had that wholesome, small-town boy look about him—the kind where you just knew no one had corrupted him. Yet. I had a particular thing for guys like him. Mostly, I just liked blowing past all their self-imposed limits and making them realize a thing or two about themselves. Making guys like that submit was my favorite game to play. Fuck, I was a thirty-one-year-old man eye fucking a college kid across the dance floor.
