“I think I could lose most of my limbs and you’d still like me.” Matthew wrapped the scarf around his neck, hiding his collar. “Depends…would you still have your cock?” If this was a date—and he was damn sure it was no matter what Tarrick said—then he sure as fuck was going to flirt. “I don’t need my cock to pleasure you.” “No?” “No.” “Prove it,” Matthew said, issuing a challenge.”