Travis crossed his thick arms over his chest and tilted his head. “What if I did it for her?” His question charged the room with chaotic energy, and I could practically hear Clay’s mind stumble. He’d planned the scene, and this wasn’t part of it, but . . . hearing a dominant beg rather than a submissive? That would be quite the power trip, and he considered it carefully. Would he ever get another opportunity like this? He straightened, sitting back on his heels, and turned his intense stare toward the other man. “Go on, then.”
