HE WOKEwith a start from Jasper’s horrified yell, rolling over to find Jasper hopping on one foot while picking a condom from between his toes.
“You’re disgusting,” Jasper grumbled, shooting a dark glare at the bed. “My dick just shriveled up and died.”
“Breakfast,” Vincent said, ignoring the dramatics and closing his eyes again.
“At least that explains why my ass is sore again.”
Vincent was instantly awake, lifting his head to stare at Jasper. “You don’t remember?”
Jasper tossed the condom in the trash and turned back to the bed. “Not really,” he said with a yawn. He raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad?”
Vincent took a slow breath and let it out. Shit. “It wasn’t listed in your limits.”
“What wasn’t?”
“Somnophilia.” When Jasper blinked in confusion, he explained, “Sex with someone who’s asleep.”
“Oh. Yeah, that didn’t exactly come up when I was talking with Keith,” Jasper said dryly. He tilted his head, moving back to the bed and crawling in next to Vincent. “Why do you look like you’re about to be sick?”
Vincent flinched, annoyed that he apparently wasn’t hiding it well enough. “I’m not,” he lied, focusing on the warmth of Jasper’s body nearly touching his own. If he was still comfortable being that close….
“Bullshit,Sir. I thought you weren’t going to lie?” Jasper poked Vincent’s arm. “It’s not like you raped me, right? You asked and I said yes, even if I was half asleep.”
“You don’t know that,” Vincent snapped, biting his tongue to keep from lecturing Jasper on being too trusting. That would be counterproductive—both to the point at hand and the fact they had a contract. His therapist would be so proud.
Jasper snorted. “I might not remember everything, but I do know that much. That’s what you always do when you make me do something.”
Vincent frowned, blinking as Jasper crawled closer and straddled his lap. He tipped his head back, watching Jasper as arms settled around his shoulders.
“If you want, I can add sumophil-whatever to the yes column.”
“Somnophilia,” Vincent corrected, trying not to be distracted by having Jasper in his lap.
Jasper smirked, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Vincent’s lips. “Kiss me, Sir,” he murmured. “It’s already Sunday.”
That was enough to kill his lingering panic, and Vincent slid a hand into Jasper’s hair to hold him close as he obliged. He toppled Jasper to the bed and pinned him, adding a few fresh marks to his neck and chest. When he finally pulled back, Jasper was flushed and dazedly wanton.
Jasper licked his lips and wiggled beneath Vincent. “We could skip breakfast and stay in bed.”
Well. How could he possibly say no to that?
For once he didn’t bother with restraints, and he was all too happy to indulge Jasper in making out and wrestling and coming in each other’s hands. As if one of them wasn’t three decades old and should have had better control of his libido.
When they’d cooled, he trailed his fingertips down Jasper’s spine and over his ass. “Don’t pass out,” he said, giving the supple flesh a light smack when it wiggled.
Jasper laughed and snuggled closer. “Won’t. Feel too good,” he said, resembling a cat who’d gotten the cream, canary, and ear rubs all at once. “Really good, actually. Better than good.”
Vincent snorted and flexed his fingers in Jasper’s hair. “Then you should shower and get started on breakfast.”
Jasper gave an exaggerated whine and reluctantly pulled away. “Yes, Sir,” he said, and Vincent couldn’t resist pulling him in for a last quick kiss before sending him on his way.
Fuck.
No, later. Much later.
Jasper was right, it was already Sunday. Which meant he needed to switch perspectives from Dom to Responsible Adult.
He didn’t even want to think about the mess waiting for him at the club after taking a weekend off. Which, to be fair, was realistically likely to be less of a mess than expected. He didn’t make a habit of hiring idiots.
