An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(88)

“Something wrong?” Rob asked, licking a stray drop off the rim of the bottle. “This is really good, by the way. Please tell your assistant how much I enjoyed it.” He opened his mouth and took the top of the bottle inside. “Mmm.”

“Eat faster,” Vic said, his voice husky.

Rob chuckled and picked up his pizza. “But what about dessert?” He opened his eyes wide in an affectation of innocence that didn’t fool Vic for one fucking second.

Vic cupped his own crotch and squeezed. “I’ve got your dessert, trust me.” Maybe it was time for the gloves to come off.

Rob’s innocent expression didn’t change. “What if I’m not in the mood for something cream-filled tonight? I mean, I worked all day and I’m exhausted. I was thinking maybe after my shower, I could go to bed.”

How the hell he could say that and keep a straight face was beyond Vic. “You know, you’re asking for time in the corner.”

Rob waggled his brows. “But if I’m in the corner, then I won’t be able to get my haircut, now will I? Seems to me you ought to be nicer if you want something from me.” He flashed that wicked grin.

Vic laughed. “I’ve met some cheeky brats—”

“But no one quite like me?”

Rob fluttered his lashes and Vic melted. “No, there isn’t anyone like you. Which is a good thing, because I would have to fear for humanity. Now shut up and eat.”

“Fine, but if I eat too fast and get a stomachache, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

“I’m sure I’ll live.” Vic narrowed his gaze.

“What? I’m eating,” Rob protested. He made a big production of taking a bite of his pizza. “See?” he mumbled, pointing to his lips. “Mouth full. I’m not sure I could fit any more in there.”

Vic growled. He stood, grabbed Rob’s plate, put the pizza back into the box, added his, then put the whole thing in the refrigerator. He turned and stalked toward Rob, who had a very self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Ever heard the saying ‘don’t poke the bear’? There’s a reason for it, as you’re about to find out.” He grabbed a laughing Rob and hauled him out of the chair. Vic slung him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift before heading up the stairs.

Rob struggled until Vic pinched his arse.

“Stay still, Rob.”

Rob obeyed, but he was still chortling.

Vic let out another growl. “I have to tell you, there have been a few brats to waltz their way through the doors of the club, but you? Boy, you take the cake.”

“Do I really, Sir?”

Rob’s voice was light and teasing, but it still inflamed Vic. He strode into his bedroom, tossed Rob on the bed, and began to strip off his clothes.

“Gee, and here was I thinking all you Dom types prefer to rip the clothes off people.”

Vic glared. “Do you know how much clothes cost?” he asked, removing Rob’s shoes and socks. “No way are we going shopping again until you absolutely need them.”

Rob stilled. “I’m perfectly capable of taking my own clothes off,” he said, his voice sounding hurt.

Vic came to a halt and stared down at him. “Hey, enough of that. I want to undress you. To see the skin that I enjoy so much revealing itself to me inch by inch. If your fantasy is to have your clothes ripped off, then yeah, I can do that. But I should point out that there are definite advantages to doing it my way. For one thing, it gives me time to do this.” He kissed Rob’s stomach as he removed the shirt, delighting in the shiver that coursed through his body. “Or this.” He ran a hand over the bulge in Rob’s jeans before unfastening them and sliding them off. “Having said that, although there’s something to be said for slow, fast can be good too.” He stood beside the bed, quickly removing his own clothes. His cock stood to attention, hard and wanting.

Rob’s eyes were wide, his pupils dark. The blue had turned stormy. It was clear Rob was every bit as turned on as Vic.

“Let’s take a shower,” he ordered. “I want to wash you.”

Rob got up and took a few tentative steps toward the bathroom. He turned around, and the sight of him took Vic’s breath away, just like it did every time he saw Rob naked.

“By wash, does that mean you intend to fuck me in the shower?” he asked, his grin once more in evidence.

The thought of taking Rob in the shower was tempting, but Vic already had told him what they’d be doing, and there was no way Vic was about to deprive himself of that. Rob’s mouth stuffed with Vic’s cock, while Vic slid a razor over his hair, trimming it down to little more than stubble.

Fuck, that was a hot image.

“Not this time,” Vic replied. “Your mouth has a standing appointment with my cock, and I don’t want you choking because you get water up your nose.”

Rob frowned. “Choking? Please. I have skills.”

Vic bit back his laugh. Rob was working on his oral sex repertoire, but he could still only take about half of Vic’s cock into his mouth without gagging. It was a work in progress, and something Vic would have to remember when he was fucking Rob’s mouth while the razor glided over his head.

He muscled Rob into the shower and pushed him against the glass wall. Leaning down, he licked a stripe up Rob’s neck, delighting in the groans that tumbled from Rob’s lips.