Page 70 of The Soldier's Scoundrel
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Nobody had been more surprised than Jack to discover that when he was happy, he wanted to make others happy. What a soggy lot of rubbish, but there you had it.
“When you smile I want to do awful things to you,” Oliver said, leering wolfishly.
“A lucky coincidence, because when I’m smiling it’s because I’m thinking of you doing filthy things to me.” Jack grinned back at him.
Oliver walked around the side of the desk and sat on the arm of Jack’s chair. Jack tugged his lover down onto his lap and kissed him soundly.
“Have I mentioned how glad I am you came into my office that day?” Jack asked, a moment later.
“Once or twice, but feel free to tell me more,” Oliver murmured.
And so Jack did, at length.
