“Let’s go upstairs,” he said. “I have a sponge and a shower that’s got your name all over it.”
Jesse smiled. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all night.”
Jesse followed him out of the garage like he was still being led by the leash, but it didn’t take long for Gideon to realize that Jesse wasn’t still performing his role. His high from the sex had obviously faded, leaving nothing but actual bruises and sore muscles, but Jesse didn’t say a word about it.
As soon as they reached the apartment, Jesse started stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the bathroom.8