“Thank you for that,” Graham said, holding onto his man for dear life.
Oh, he didn’t have to thank him.
“Thank me with gratuitous dirty sex in every room in this castle,” he teased.
Graham laughed.
How could he not?
“I’m glad the kinks haven’t gone away,” he admitted. “They were fun.”
Tell him about it. They’d gone away with anyone else, and now, he absolutely wanted to bring them back out for his mate.
His.
Other.
Half.
“As long as we have trust this time, unlike last time, we’ll be good, Baby.”
Lifting his chin, he found his mouth, and kissed him like he meant it.
Hard.
Deep.
And with no end in sight.
This time, Michael was making a point. They were never breaking up again.
The whole time, Graham held on, and he let the kiss take him under. His body woke up, and he felt…alive.
That was something he missed.
Daily.
When he kissed him back, Graham was backed up, and Michael boosted him up to sit on the counter, as he dove in even deeper.
The kiss was nuclear.
It was a battle of wills.
The only reason he broke it was they heard the rest of the group coming down the hallway and toward them.
They both had erections, and they weren’t going to be fodder for conversation.
“Later,” he whispered. “Later I want to claim what’s mine, and never let it go,” he admitted.
Graham just nodded.
Oh, he wanted that.
“Mine,” Michael said, running his finger down Graham’s cheek in a proprietary way that said it all.
Their dynamic was back.
The submissive part of him that never came out when he was working was there, and he wanted D’Artangnan to know it was his.
