Dexter was happy he’d get the chance to see that.
“Can I undress you?” Leo asked.
“Why do you keep making requests?”
“What should I do?” The question was light and curious, like the answer wasn’t self-evident.
“You could tell me what you want to do. What you want me to do.”
“I could,” Leo agreed, pulling at the ties that kept Dexter’s shirt closed. “But that’s not what I want. I don’t want you here just because you think…your prince is demanding it.”
Dexter licked his lips, pleased to discover that they still tasted like Leo. He wanted to taste Leo again. “Why do you want me here?”
“I want to give you what you want. I’ve never done that before.”
“What? Give somebody what they’ve requested?”
Leo nodded. “I take. I make demands. When I’m in a good mood, I make requests. But I’ve nev
