He sounds breathy and sweetly sated. “Thank you, Sir.”
I kiss him, a long, slow, full-on exploration. “You’re welcome, boy.” Wrapping my arms around him feels so damned right. He’s a little broader and beefier than Leo, but he’s not quite as tall. His scent is different, and one that I’ve smelled countless times before on Leo, after he would return to me following a visit to Elliot.
Guess I’ll be getting to know Elliot intimately, in ways I’d long ago thought would never happen.
I wish I could spend all day in bed with him.
Won’t happen today, though.
I softly groan. “I need to unpack my stuff. All my suits and everything. I need to make sure everything’s wearable so I can send stuff to the cleaners, if I need to.”
“Can I help, Sir?”
I study him. “You want to?”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
Iboophis nose. “Okay. I’ll go make us coffee and bring it up and meet you in the guest room. Put on Duck, for now.”
“Naked?”
“Duh. Or was that rhetorical?”
He chuckles. “Just double-checking, Sir.”
I kiss him and then go use the bathroom. On my way out, I grab his robe from where it’s hanging on the closet door, pull it on, and head to the kitchen. His robe hangs long and huge on me, but it smells like him and I love that. I used to wear Leo’s robe on chilly mornings when I got up before him to make our coffee.
I can still, in many ways, eke my own submissive fix from this dynamic between us. By doing things for Elliot that fall under the heading of caring for him, of service to him.
The way I used to do things for Leo.
In the kitchen, everything’s where I remember it. I have to say, at least Elliot’s predictable. Once I’ve brewed two cups of coffee and prepared them for us, I carry them upstairs, where I find Elliot already at work in the guest room.
Yes, he’s naked, except for Duck.
Fuck, the man’s gorgeous. I know he normally works out in the mornings, when his schedule allows. He’s not a sculpted, chiseled gym rat, but he’s firm and toned, and the ass and legs this man has are just…
Yum.
He looks up with a bashful smile. “I hung your suits in the closet, Sir. They don’t smell musty or anything, but I think I’ll need to iron some of your shirts.”
My mouth goes dry as our gazes connect. His blue eyes are as gorgeous as the rest of him. He’s wearing his glasses and I’m reminded of how Leo’s a sucker for a guy in glasses.
I guess we all have our fetishes.
Mine happens to be suits.
And older men, apparently.
“Thank you, boy. I appreciate it. Wear your glasses today. No contacts.”
His brow furrows, but my good boy nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Excellent. He’s not questioning me.
I lean in for a kiss before I hand him his coffee. He’s already emptied one suitcase and set it aside, and I spot Mimi’s cookbooks neatly stacked on the dresser.
I do a quick mental schedule calculation in my head as I perch on the bed to watch him. “I don’t get to cook for you tonight, I guess. What’s tomorrow’s schedule look like?”
