“Thank you for doing this.” Adam rose.
Seth’s hand was warm on his arm. “It was a pleasure, especially as I got to see something I’d never imagined possible.”Adam arched his eyebrows and Seth chuckled. “Adam Kent—in love.”
Adam’s cheeks grew hot. “You’re making fun of me.”
To his surprise, Seth hugged him. “I don’t mean to. Happiness is a good look on you.”
Above them, the ceiling creaked.
“And that’s my cue to leave you and Paul alone.”
Adam walked with Seth to the door.
Seth clasped his hand. “I’d like to visit you again, if that’s okay.”
“Of course. Bring Chris too.” Adam squeezed his hand. “And thank you again.”
“It was a genuine pleasure.”
Adam stood in the doorway, listening to the roar of Seth’s motorbike as he drove up the gravel driveway.
Now to talk to Paul.
Gingerly, Paul eased himself off the bed, gently flexing his back to assess how bad it was. He heaved a sigh of relief. There was none of the afternoon’s heat, only a feeling of being bruised.
God, I wonder how it looks.
He had to see.
Paul walked over to the wardrobe and contorted himself in an effort to catch sight of his back. What he saw made him gasp. It looked a good deal worse than it felt. The stripes stood out across his arse, shoulders and upper back.
Oh, my God.Paul didn’t know if the sight made him squirm or filled him with pride.
“You must’ve needed that sleep.”
Paul turned toward the door where Adam stood. “How long did I sleep for?”
“About three hours.” He inclined his head toward the staircase. “Seth has just left. He said to say goodbye.”
Paul’s throat tightened. He’d wanted to thank Seth for the invaluable lesson.
He gazed at the pile of clothes on the chair. The thought of fabric against his skin sent a shudder through him.
“Don’t bother with clothes if you don’t feel like wearing any.”
Paul smirked. “You’re speaking from experience, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t be a good Dom if I didn’t learn how it felt to be on the receiving end.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
Adam laughed. “Again with the surprised tone. You sounded the same when I asked you to fuck me.” He unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, then popped the button on his jeans.
“What are you doing?” There was no way Adam’s cock was going anywhere near Paul’s arse.
Not for a day, at least.
Adam pushed his jeans over his hips. “Well, ifyou’regoing to be naked, I may as well join you, to even things up a bit.” He stepped out of them, picked them up from the rug, and felt for the end of the bed where he placed them. Adam held his arms wide. “Now come here and let me tell you again how amazing you are.”
