Immediately, Ian laughed, and he couldn’t help it.
Yes, his mind went there.
How could it not?
Gryphen was a very attractive man, and he was acting all protective. That got Ian all worked up.
“Why, Mr. Carter…,” he began. “In the back of a limo?”
That caught him off guard, because he was thinking protection, not sex.
But now, he was in the gutter with Ian too.
So, he grinned salaciously.
“I mean, or that. I was thinking so you could rest, but I’m good for some limo sex if you’re up for it. Someone has a kinky wild side.”
He wished.
Ian was pretty sedate—but that was until he found out that sex with Gryphen was a whole new level, and he liked experiencing all facets of it.
Desperately, he wanted to take him up on the offer, but unfortunately, Ian had to put that fantasy away.
They didn’t know how long the ride was going to be, and once he began blowing Gryphen, he wanted to end with him in his lap, being taken.
Sue him.
He liked cumming with the man.
Apparently.
Instead of exacerbating that whole situation, Ian put his head on his lap, and immediately, Gryphen began stroking his hair, soothingly with his big hand.
God.
Ian was so happy, even when on the run and having to hide from his ex.
“That’s nice,” he admitted. “I like when you touch me,” he said.
Gryphen knew how profound that truly was considering what Ian had recently been through in his life. That he enjoyed physical contact with him was special, and Gryphen knew it.
“I’m glad. I want you to enjoy your vacation, and to feel safe.”
Oh, he wanted that too.
Resting on the man, Ian was honest.
“I need a nap,” Ian said. “I think we stayed up too late watching Christmas movies.”
“And making out,” Gryphen added.
Ian corrected him.
“It’s never too late at night to make out with you, Gryphen. If I say I don’t want to do that, I need help. Get me a psychiatrist. I’ll give up sleep any day to have those moments with you.”
And he would.
Gryphen recalled the incredibly erotic moments of the man being against his body, his hands in his hair, and the heat they created.