While Jasper used the bathroom down the hall to shower, Vincent used his en suite to take his own. Then he took his time dressing in a suit and fixing his hair. Finally he headed to the kitchen.
Where he found Jasper in his apron.
So much for controlling his libido.
Vincent pressed against Jasper’s back and slipped his hands under the apron to slide across warm skin.
Jasper shivered and leaned into the touches. “I’m cooking, Sir.”
“You’re almost done,” Vincent replied, but he pulled away. Busied himself with fixing a cup of coffee instead of molesting his sub. His so very molestable sub.
He’d have to find a way to deal with the urge to fuck Jasper every time he saw him, without actually fucking Jasper every time he saw him.
Once they sat down to eat, he checked the time. “My driver will be here soon.” He snickered when Jasper grumbled. “Not missing your home yet?” he asked dryly.
Jasper shrugged, sopping up runny egg yolk with a piece of toast. “I like being here.”
Vincent hummed and sipped his coffee. “Coming back next week, then?” he asked. Not that he was worried about the answer. The weekend had gone far better than he’d expected.
“Duh,” Jasper said, slanting an offended glare at him.
“Do you need to change anything on your limits?”
Jasper hesitated before shaking his head.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. That wouldn’t do. Especially with the barely avoided disaster that morning. “Lying includes lies of omission, FYI.”
Jasper rolled his eyes and finished the last of his food. “I didn’t hate anything you did enough to say no to it. It’s just….” He shifted in his seat, toying with his fork. “When I woke up on the couch alone. Can I add that you have to stay until I wake up?”
“Of course,” Vincent replied. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper slumped with relief. “Anything else?”
When Jasper shook his head, Vincent pushed his chair back and motioned Jasper into his lap. “I’ll expect you not to touch yourself without my permission,” he said, pressing a kiss to Jasper’s shoulder.
Jasper snorted, leaning into Vincent’s chest. “So I can’t get off until I come back? Great,” he muttered.
Vincent pinched Jasper’s ass. “Maybe not even then.”
“You’re—” Jasper started, then apparently decided against finishing that thought.
“Oh, you can learn.” Vincent chuckled when that earned a glare, dragging his fingertips over Jasper’s thigh. “Should I give you something to remember me by?”
Jasper shivered, shamelessly parting his legs. “Yes, Sir. You definitely should.”
“Good. Go get my paddle.” Vincent smirked when Jasper blinked at him. He ignored the grumbled curses thrown his way as Jasper headed upstairs and dumped the dishes in the sink for later.
So many laters on the list. It was dangerously close to becoming a theme.
When Jasper returned, Vincent bent him over the kitchen table and restored his ass to a nice rosy pink. Vincent spent a long minute groping him after, then sent him to dress.
The driver showed up ten minutes later, and Vincent joined Jasper in the back seat.
When they reached Jasper’s place, he tangled his fingers in unruly blond hair. “Call or text me if you need me,” he said. He tried to kiss away the pleased smile that settled on Jasper’s lips, but that only made it worse until he had to threaten to kick Jasper out on his ass so they could part ways.
CHAPTER TWELVE
VINCENT’S THERAPYsession on Monday went like any other had the past few years, aside from it having started with him saying, “I think I made a mistake.”
In her reflection in the window, Dr. Cohn raised an eyebrow. “You got rid of the flamingo?”
