“Good.” Taren stood up. “Between now and our arrival at the resort and for at least part of our stay, I’ll keep you on edge and milk you daily—give or take a half day. Is that an activity you’d like?”
Ian looked up and away at once. “Hell, yes, Sir! I look forward to it.” He smiled slyly. “You won’t be joining me in denial?”
Taren shook his head. “Oh, no. I get what I want, when I want.”
“Exactly the way I like to please you, Master.”
Taren glanced around the room again, gaze coming to rest on the St. Andrew’s cross. “We’ll use the cross.” He reached down and hooked one finger under Ian’s chin. As he stood up, Taren pulled him in close, licking over Ian’s lower lip then savoring his mouth. He ran one hand up Ian’s spine and broke their kiss long enough to add, “Eventually.”
Ian’s skin
