Jefferson released his hand to light the lamp, allowing Micah’s gaze to drift to the bed. “I suppose commissioning a larger bedstead as well as the desk would appear odd to others,” Micah said.
“Yes, it would. But we can get a second bed and push them together, I suppose.” The golden light caught on Jefferson’s skin and was reflected by the drops of water still clinging to his legs. Jefferson set the lamp on the table then reached for Micah’s hand again. “How would you be comfortable? I could be on my knees, or lying beside you, or even on my back…”
There were too many choices; Micah’s head whirled. “Tell me which will please you as much as it does me.”
Jefferson led him to the bed and sat on the edge. “I want to lay down on my back, and you straddle me. That way, you can control the situation.”