Chapter 10
Gazing over the table at Tom made him realise it was much better this way. He probably wouldn’t be getting any, which was a shame. He sure as hell would have liked to see those almost-black eyes turn heated. Jason thought about how he would reduce a big hard man like Tom into a moaning whimpering puddle of want. Not until he started begging would he fuck him, and then he would do it in slow, controlled thrusts, until Tom flew apart. A grin formed on his lips. He could see it—the reluctant Tom groaning and pleading. Maybe that was what the man needed, a good fuck. Jason would love to help him out.
“Do you want me to run a bath for you?”
“Are you going to join me?”
Tom’s face transformed into a blank mask. Not a single muscle moved, and yet his eyes grew tired.
“A bath would be lovely, thank you. And thank you for the food. It was delicious.”