Chapter 22

He always would.

He said, “Tell me what you thought about. When you thought about me.”

Robert’s cheeks were a bit pink. “You always do that.”

“What?”

“Knowing what to say. What I need to hear. From you. And it feels…good. How do you do that?”

“I know you.” He wrapped a hand around Robert’s left wrist. Robert’s eyes got wider. “Did you think about this? My hands on you?”

“All of that,” Robert whispered, “and more…”

“Tell me.”

“How you’d taste, how you’d…feel atop me, inside me…the weight of you, pinning me down…”

“Is that something you like? Being held down?” He tugged at Robert’s wrist; Robert dropped to the rug instantly, obediently, on both knees.