Chapter seventeen

Oh. Roy is completely unaware that he is chewing on his bottom lip. His mouth pops open as he gasps and swallows at the same time. that has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to him.

His pulse quickens and he thinks he’s panting. Jeez, he’s a quivering, hard as steel mess and Bryan Anderson hasn’t even touched him.

He shifts in his seat and meets his hot glare.

Roy suddenly loses his control, “Why don’t you?” he challenges quietly.

“Because even though I badly want you handcuffed to my bed, weak from multiple orgasms, I am not going to touch you anymore, Roy—not until you agree to be mine.” His lips hint at a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what you heard.” He sighs and shakes his head at Roy, amused, but exasperated too.

“You want me to show you off, Roy? And I am going to do just that and after, I won’t take no for an answer.”

“oh…” is the only thing Roy can say.

“You should finish your breakfast, Roy. And then I’ll have Matteo drop you home. I’ll see you at w