Page 39 of Sir Avery's Wish
“A little after seven.” Avery smiled as contentment filled him. He lay his head back on his pillow, scooting down so he could be eye to eye with Eli. “Did you sleep well?”
Eli nodded against the pillow. “Best ever.” He snickered. “Although the past two nights weren’t too bad either, despite all the clothes.”
Avery chuckled. “I guess we’d better sleep naked from now on.”
“You’re so wise, Sir.”
They shared an easy laugh and light touches before Avery gathered Eli into his arms, rubbing his nose in the crook of his neck. He inhaled the musky, masculine smell, appreciating Eli’s post-fuck morning scent.
“After we shower, I’ll take you to breakfast. There’s a nice bistro around the corner.”
“I thought you made a mean omelet?”
Avery gave Eli a squeeze. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t want to go out?”
Eli didn’t respond right away. “Probably.”
“Hmm…” The non-committal answer reminded Avery that while basking in the afterglow of their first encounter was important, so was staying true to what else Eli needed. “I’ll decide this morning, but we’ll be working on your reticence once the contract is worked out.”
“That’s a relief.” He let out a puff of air. “I wasn’t sure which way to go.”
“I know, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Avery squeezed him again. “I’ll warn you, though. You might be stuck with the basic egg andcheese variety. I’ve yet to do any extensive shopping since I’ve been back.”
“That’s okay.” Eli idly plucked at Avery’s chest hairs. “Are you bummed about not staying at the hotel anymore, having to drive home every night?”
Avery arched his eyebrows. “Not in the slightest. Why would you think I want to sleep in the penthouse rather than my home?”
Eli sighed. “I have no idea. I feel like I barged into your life. I mean, I’m the one who asked if I could spend the night with you. And now here I am, demanding omelets.”
Avery held in a laugh, not wanting Eli to think he was making fun of him. He already knew he had a sensitive boy on his hands.
“I’m a strong man, Eli. Trust me when I tell you that no one, not even a boy as beautiful as you, can make me do something I don’t want.” Avery cupped Eli’s cheek. “You don’t need to worry. You’re here because I want you here. I brought you to my bed because that’s where you belong.”
The certainty in his voice surprised Avery. He’d spent years being careful with his words, measured in his commitments, but with Eli curled against him, everything was finally crystal clear. The tension in Eli’s body eased, and he pressed his face more fully into Avery’s palm. The gesture was so trusting, so naturally submissive, that Avery’s decision to give Eli a contract was further cemented.
The morning light had grown brighter, and the urge to get the day going took hold. Now that they’d rested and expressed their desire to move forward as Dom and sub, what was he waiting for?
Avery sucked in a deep breath, a thrum of excitement building under his skin at the prospect of having a steady boy for the first time in years. He patted Eli’s hip.
“Come on, sweetheart. Time to get up. The sooner we shower and eat, the sooner we can draft a contract.”
Avery helped Eli up, doing his best not to stare. Eli’s half-hard cock was capturing his attention and tempting him to abandon all else in favor of sucking off his boy instead. At the sound of Eli’s chuckle, Avery glanced up. He’d been busted.
That wouldn’t do at all. Time to set a precedent.
Avery straightened, locking eyes with Eli. “Question: Have you ever been spanked?”
Eli’s jaw went slack. “Like, as a kid? Or do you mean by a Dom?”
Avery smirked. “Dom, or with another man.”
A host of emotions passed over Eli’s features, as if he were searching for an elusive answer. “No, Sir.”
Such a drawn-out pause meant there was much more to uncover. At least Eli would keep him on his Dom toes.
“No to both?”
Eli twisted his fingers. “Yes, but not because I wasn’t interested.”
