Chapter 6

“You like that, don’t you,” he said. “Being good for me.”

Royce nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” He rested his brow against Royce’s and smirked. “Because the day’s not over and I need some coffee.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows. “Strip, sweetheart, and make me some.”

“Mmm.” Royce giggled. “Yes, sir.”

There was something wonderfully taboo about this one. He was never sure why. This was their home. It should be fine to walk around naked. And yet, performing mundane tasks without any clothes on was simply delightful when it was so socially unacceptable. What made it even better now was that his ass stung like crazy and his dick was flushed against his belly.

Royce was seriously the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

And probably a little nutty for thinking so. 3

By the time he got back to Jack’s office with a fresh cup of coffee, Jack was on the phone again. Royce figured he’d be sent back under the desk for some more cockwarming, but, surprisingly, Jack stood and turned him around.