“That depends,” Cam said, and Hunter could hear him shifting around. “Are we dating, or just f*****g?”
Hunter sucked air. That—that was a question, wasn’t it? He was pretty sure the real answer was no, they weren’t dating. He didn’t know what Cam looked like, Cam didn’t know who Hunter was. There were consent issues all over the place. On the other hand, this was phone s*x. Role play. Fantasy. “Let’s pretend we’re dating,” Hunter suggested. “Or, that we’ve got all night and a hotel room. How do you want it, if you were spinning your dream encounter?”
“Dream encounter? Hmmm,” Cam said, and the way his voice was throaty and breathy at the same time, that was something else. “I like to have me a little bit of risk, you know. Picnic lunch in some park somewhere, away from people, little afte
