“Morning, beautiful,” Matt purred, drinking in the sight. Andy made quite the tempting picture, all rumpled and bare and radiating that freshly fucked glow. “Sleep well?”
Andy’s cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink as his gaze finally focused on Matt. “I, uh… yeah,” he mumbled, still blinking away the last tendrils of slumber. “Smells amazing. What’d you order?”
“A little of everything.” With a casual shrug, Matt gestured to the overflowing cart of delicacies—fresh fruit and pastries, steaming dishes of eggs and waffles, pitchers of orange juice and coffee. “Figured you’d need to replenish your energy after last night’s… activities.”
That teasing lilt in his voice made Andy’s blush deepen. Matt watched, utterly captivated, as Andy shifted beneath the sheets, all coy and flustered and downright mouthwatering.
“You want to join me?” Matt offered, waggling his brows. “Pretty sure there are enough calories here to keep us fueled for days.”
For a beat, Andy simply stared, those gold-brown eyes going comically wide. Then, with a tiny nod, he started to untangle himself from the sheets—only to yelp and dive back under their safety as realization struck.
Matt burst into laughter at the reaction, loud and full-bellied. God, Andy was too damn adorable for words. “What’s the matter, pet?” he managed between chuckles. “Forget you’re not wearing a stitch?”
If possible, Andy turned even redder, sinking lower beneath the sheets until only a tuft of messy hair poked out.
“Aw, come now.” Grinning wickedly, Matt scooted closer and tugged at the sheets until Andy’s face reappeared, all pink-cheeked and petulant. “I’ve seen every delicious inch of you. No need to be shy.”
Andy huffed out a breath, glaring at him. “It’s different! We’re not having sex right now,” he insisted, clutching the sheet to his chest. “I’m not about to prance around naked.”
Those words hung in the air between them, sparking a wicked gleam in Matt’s gaze. A deliciously tempting idea began to take shape—a wickedly delightful one.
“Suit yourself,” he said casually, turning back to the food cart. But his mind was already racing ahead with possibilities.
He plated up some pancakes and drizzled them with maple syrup before adding crispy bacon on the side. Carrying the plate over to the bed, he sat down beside Andy and handed it to him.
“Eat up,” Matt said with a wink. “You’re going to need your strength.”
Matt chuckled as he watched Andy devour the pancakes, unable to resist teasing. “You’re certainly making quick work of those,” he purred, eyes gleaming with appreciation.
Andy shot him a withering look around a mouthful of syrup-drenched pancakes. “Well, you made me work up quite an appetite last night,” he mumbled, his words slightly garbled.
A wicked grin stretched across Matt’s face at the reminder. “That I did, pet.” He took a long sip of his coffee, gaze roaming over Andy’s bare torso with undisguised hunger.
Shifting beneath Matt’s smoldering stare, Andy pulled the sheet up higher. “If you’re just going to leer at me, I might as well put some clothes on.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Matt countered with a wink. Still, he took pity on the flustered young man. “Alright,alright. I suppose I can be a good maid to my princess and fetch you a robe.”
The glare Andy shot him could have melted steel. “I am not a princess,” he snapped, cheeks flushing adorably. “And if I am, then you’re the wicked stepmother.”
Matt simply laughed, pushing away from the table. “Whatever you say, darling.”
With a swagger in his step, he strode over to the walk-in closet, already scheming. A robe would be far too concealing for his tastes. No, he wanted Andy in something that would showcase those gorgeous legs, that lean, toned body. Something that would tease and tempt with every swish of fabric.
A slow, sinful smile curled Matt’s lips as he grabbed one of his crisp white dress shirts from the rack. The mere thought of Andy swimming in the oversized garment, all tousled hair and bare legs, was enough to make his mouth water.
Sauntering back out, Matt held up the shirt with a smirk. “How’s this, Your Highness? “One shirt, fresh from your humble servant.”
Andy’s brows hiked upward as he eyed the shirt. “Really? Just a shirt?”
“Well, it’s either that or you stay as nature intended,” Matt said with a casual shrug, gaze roving over Andy’s body with blatant appreciation. “Or I suppose you could always strut that gorgeous ass over to the closet and pick something out yourself.”
A huff of exasperation slipped past Andy’s lips as he set aside the empty plate. “Fine, give me that.” He made a grabbing motion, scowling when Matt didn’t immediately hand it over.
With a chuckle, Matt closed the distance between them and dangled the shirt just out of reach. He drank in the sight of Andy flushed and rumpled and radiating that freshly ravished glow. God, he was a tempting vision.
“Hurry up and give it to me already!” Andy huffed, making another swipe for the garment.
Unable to resist riling him up further, Matt leaned in until his lips hovered a hair’s breadth from Andy’s. “Why don’t you take it from me?” he murmured, voice a low, sultry rumble.
