“Yeah, but popping it sounds filthy.”
Kiko grinned.
“Popping it sounds just like something I’d like to do with you and…” he trailed off, frowned. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault? You’re the one who went and told Buddy before we’d even agreed to this.”
“And I thought I was the one who wasn’t wanting it to get around town,” said Kiko.
Dom stared at him. He loved this man, and yet right now Kiko was frustrating him to the point of arousal. He wanted to push Kiko back against the wall and kiss him, celebrate that they had agreed on this and he hadn’t even had to ask the question. He wanted to pin Kiko and feel him and make him ache for Dom, and then he wanted to pull back and leave him wanting, tell him it was his own fault for saying yes in his store. Which reminded Dom.
“You haven’t said yes,” he said.
“You haven’t asked a yes or no question,” said Kiko, daring Dom with his eyes, his loaded grin.