Chapter 5Time didn’t matter inside Leo’s world. Or maybe it just felt that way because Dexter lost the ability to keep track of the seconds. He spent minutes or hours floating on his back in the tub, staring at the high ceiling and reliving the moment Leo sank into his body. There was a dull ache in his flesh, a not exactly unpleasant reminder of Leo’s length stretching his muscles. The longer he stayed in the tub, the more that ache faded into a light throbbing.
After the bath, Leo dried him with soft, heated towels and gave him the finest pajamas to dress in. By the time he made it back to Leo’s bed, he was content and warm. His head was fuzzy, his body sore yet satisfied. He couldn’t think of anything else he wanted—anything he lacked. And when Leo curled against his body, pulling Dext
