“No. I pushed you too far.”
Scott shrugged. “It’s the same thing.”
“It’s not, please tell me you know it’s not.”
Scott looked away.
“That was my fault, I got too…”
“Too what?”
Thomas shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. We got plenty of footage. I’ll edit it tomorrow while you rest up and recover.”
“You’re making me feel like a toddler.”
“You’re probably as weak as one right now.”
Scott forked a piece of pasta. “I will throw this at you.”
“Is that you trying to prove you’re not a toddler or confirming you are one?”
“Ha. Funny.” Scott shook his fork in a threat, not intending to launch the pasta at Thomas, but it shot at him nonetheless and slapped his cheek. It slipped down his face and onto his lap while Thomas’s nostrils flared.
“Shit,” Scott blurted, twisting on his chair in an attempt to speed up his getaway. A couple of steps and his cramping thighs dropped him to his knees. He caught himself on his hands before he face-planted on the tiles.
Arms wrapped around him and pulled him off the floor. Thomas dragged Scott back to the table and sat him on his lap. “For that, I’m going to feed you the rest like a damn toddler.”
“And what if I shake my head and refuse to eat it?”
Thomas slid a hand beneath Scott’s T-shirt, dragged his nails up his skin and pinched a nipple. Scott jerked, mouth falling open in shock. His gaze locked on to Thomas, and he was transfixed by the lime green of his irises.
He’d been looking up at them when he fainted; he was suddenly certain of it.
“That’s it.” Thomas poked his tongue out at the edge of his lips. “Nice and wide for me. I’m not leaving until you finish every scrap.”
He stabbed a piece of pasta with his fork and pushed it into Scott’s mouth. Scott’s gaze never left him as he closed his lips around the fork and pulled off the pasta.
Thomas circled his nail around Scott’s nipple as he chewed. The shivers it created had Scott’s eyes slipping shut, and his cock began filling out.
“Good…now swallow for me.”
Scott did. He got the urge to open up to show that it was gone, and he waited full of nervous energy for Thomas to spear another piece for him.
Thomas looked away from him to do just that, then held it to Scott’s mouth. Scott didn’t take it until Thomas pinched his nipple, whimpering as he leaned in.
Thomas’s gaze scorched the side of his face as he chewed and swallowed. The nervous energy inside Scott manifested in a leg bounce that Thomas noticed.
Thomas dropped his hand from Scott’s chest, exhaling as he did. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“What?” Scott replied as innocently as he could.
“You know what. I shouldn’t touch like that when the camera isn’t rolling, particularly when you’re still receptive to my charms.”
“This is you being charming?”
“It’s me being greedy when I know better.”
“What if I want you to be greedy with me?”
