“This subject is getting tiresome. Mon ange, come upstairs with me. We can watch television in our sitting room.” Julien stood and walked over to Richard, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the chair.
Richard’s eyes gleamed. “Television?”
Holding his Mate in his arms, Julien nodded and winked. “Television, eventually.”
* * * *
The master bedroom
Saturday evening
Richard slowly undressed for Julien. He gave his own version of a striptease.
By the time he was down to his boxers, Julien was growling. “You have to give me some time to calm down. If you come over to this bed now, I’m going to bite you.”