He turned to hunt down his clothes and found them in a messily folded pile on the chair he’d been restrained in. His phone was sitting on top with a few texts from Amber, which he ignored in favor of dressing. He was pulling his shoes on when the door opened and Vincent returned, pushing a cart.
Of course this place had room service. There was probably even a basement with a kinky gym and swimming pool. “Do you treat all your one-night stands this well?”
Vincent gave him an amused smile and closed the door. “Only the ones who scream loud enough to wake the dead.”
Jasper bit his tongue as his face heated. He hadn’t beenthatloud.
“Oh?” Vincent raised an eyebrow as he stopped the cart near the sofa. “I was expecting an eloquent ‘fuck off’ or ‘ass’ response.”
“Goest and fucketh thyself, good Sir,” Jasper replied brightly, grinning when Vincent chuckled.
Vincent pulled covers off the dishes, revealing waffles, blueberries, maple syrup, and whipped cream. Along with a pot of coffee with cream and sugar beside it.
Jasper accepted a plate and covered a waffle in a bit of everything. He watched Vincent settle into the chair, like Jasper hadn’t been sitting there, bound and completely naked, a few hours ago. He focused on his breakfast and ignored the weird flip his stomach did at the memory.
The waffles were light and the perfect amount of crunchy, the fruit was sweet and juicy, and the whipped cream tasted fresh. The coffee wasn’t bitter in the least, and he went through two cups as he ate.
Vincent watched Jasper over his own waffle covered in blueberries and whipped cream. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yeah,” Jasper replied around his last large bite. He licked syrup off his lips and added, “Yes, Sir.” He didn’t miss the faint smile that earned, or the brief tingles he felt because of it. “If, hypothetically, I wanted to come back, will you be here next week?”
“I’m told I’m a workaholic, so yes.” Vincent set his plate aside when he’d finished eating. “You can ask for me at the bar if you’d like. For now there’s a car downstairs to take you wherever you need to go.”
There was a dismissal if he’d ever heard one. He was disappointed he didn’t get Vincent’s number, but that was probably for the best. He finished his coffee and snagged a few more blueberries as he stood. “So long, and thanks for all the orgasms,” he said, heading for the door.
“Jasper.”
He stopped with one foot out of the room and glanced over his shoulder.
“If you do choose to come back, I’d like to show you how sensual a spanking can be.”
Jasper made a strangled sound, nearly choking on his blueberries, and bolted. Thankfully, the club was pretty much empty, and he made it outside without anyone seeing him.
The waiting car was sleek, black, and expensive enough to have leather seats, and he was absolutely certain it wasn’t an Uber. He gave thedriver the address to Amber’s place and prayed everyone was still asleep. The last thing he needed was anyone witnessing his walk of shame.
What little luck had been at work last night had run its course, because everyone wasnotstill asleep. Jasper almost suspected Vincent had alerted them somehow, considering all five of them were waiting in the living room. Amber was enough of a morning person that Jasper wasn’t surprised she was awake and fully dressed. Her fiancé, Terrance, and his best friend, Keith, were both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, still sweaty from their gods-forsaken sunrise jog. Matt and Reiko, Keith’s partners, were still half asleep, slumped against each other on the sofa.
At least they were all dressed. If Jasper never saw proof that Amber or Reiko shaved their vaginas again, it would be far too soon.
Amber picked up a cup of coffee and held it out to Jasper. “Finally popped your kink cherry?” she asked, grinning behind her own cup.
Jasper made a face and took the coffee, sinking into a recliner. “Shut up.”
Terrance snickered. “Didn’t enjoy it?”
He grumbled and slumped lower in his seat, wishing a sinkhole would open up and swallow him. “It was fine,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose as he sipped the coffee. It was a little bitter and nowhere near as good as Vincent’s. “Better than fine,” he added under his breath.
“Oh?” Amber asked, and Jasper didn’t miss the glance she shared with Keith. “You were with Vincent, right?”
“Yeah. You know him?”
“We went to college together,” Keith said.
Matt piped up from the sofa. “He’s a dick.”
Jasper narrowed his eyes at Matt, holding back the urge to say Vincent hadn’t been a dick to him. Not that they’d really had much of a chance to get to know each other, but he wouldn’t mind getting that chance. He should give it a couple days before he decided whether to go back, but he already knew where he’d be next week.
Matt squinted blearily at Jasper over the top of Reiko’s head. “You’re not going back to see him.” It sounded like an accusation.
