“So you’re telling me you’ve hidden travel-size bottles of lube all over the flat?” I stood and looked down at him, splayed over the table with his chest heaving. One of his heels was on the table's edge, leaving him totally exposed to me. His skin was flushed pink, a light hue covering him from head to toe. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to discuss this now, or would you rather I get on with actually using it?” “The second one,” he rasped. “Definitely the second one.”
