Page 71 of Mystique of the Fallen
Roman slipped into the bathroom again and hung up the washcloth to dry. “I don’t have to put on a shirt too, do I?” Roman asked as he joined Grant in their room.
Grant walked over and coasted his fingers slowly down Roman’s pecs and belly. “Absolutely not.”
With a lovely shiver, Roman took Grant’s hand. “Come on.”
As Roman led Grant through their condo, he flipped on a few lights. They’d supposedly retired for the night already, so they’d been greeted by total darkness. In the kitchen, Roman headed for the pantry, while Grant’s destination was the fridge.
Roman grabbed a packet and unfolded it. Then he tossed the popcorn into the microwave and hit the button to nuke it. Grant handed him a cold beer, and Roman thanked him with a soft kiss. Opening the cabinet next to the microwave, Roman grabbed a bowl as Grant hopped up to sit on the counter.
“I love it when the entire room starts to smell like you,” Grant said.
Roman set the bowl aside and caged Grant between his hands. “I love it when my mouth is on your cock and the only thing I can smell is limes.”
Grant brushed their lips together. “Pretty sure you’re trying to influence our negotiations.”
“Is it working?”
“Is that really even a question? Go on.”
With a chuckle, Roman nipped Grant’s chin. “Sorry if I love the taste of you.”
“Question.”
“Fire away.”
“Would sucking a lime give you the same sensation?”
Roman cupped the back of Grant’s neck and leaned his forehead against his mate’s as he laughed. “I really fucking hope not.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t find out.”
“Good plan,” Roman said, moving away to grab the popcorn from the microwave once it beeped. Thankfully, he didn’t need to heed the warnings written prominently on the packet about hot contents since he was immune to temperature extremes, so he dumped the entire contents into the waiting bowl and handed it to Grant.
“Should we eat this in bed?”
“Do I want to be picking popcorn kernels out of the sheets in the morning? That’s going to be a no.”
“Sourpuss.”
“Eat up so I can suck you off on our reasonably clean sheets.”
“What about our negotiations?” Grant asked between bites of popcorn.
“Give me a better idea, baby.”
“That’s what I wanted too.”
Roman grinned as he slid his hands up Grant’s thighs. “I love the way we’re always in sync.”
“Me too, Roman. Me too,” Grant replied. Their mouths met, and Roman enjoyed Grant’s buttery taste as he teased him with his tongue. His recently satiated body jerked delightedly in response, and Roman thanked Fate for the beautiful man he adored.
∞∞∞
An irritating sound roused Grant from sleep. The man next to him grumbled, and guilt rushed through him. Forcing himself to sit, Grant reached across Roman and grabbed his cellphone.
“VK Valerius.”
“Sorry to wake you, VK. This is FK11 Yvette Porter, and we have an issue here in DC.”
